Ivy's POVLife was peaceful and going well for Jax and I. Since we decided to make some changes in our roles in the house, with him taking on my office job in addition to his and me solely managing the household and the kids, I had noticed a remarkable change in my overall happiness. A silent resentment I didn't even realize I held towards Jax because he didn't seem to be contributing to the job of raising the kids with me had suddenly died down when he started doing all the office work.It was a typical Tuesday morning as I sat at the dining table, sipping my coffee and reflecting on how our new arrangement had transformed our daily lives. I couldn't help but cherish the precious moments of tranquility that had become a regular occurrence.As Jax entered the kitchen, dressed in his professional suit. He only wore a suit when he had a meeting with someone that he held at a high regard and there were not really that much people because typically he was the most feared and respected man
Jax's POVIvy and I sat on the porch, watching the world go by. The summer breeze rustled through the trees, but the atmosphere between us was heavy with sadness. It had been months now since we found out about Bianca's dementia, and each day felt like a constant battle against time.Ivy's furrowed brow and distant gaze reflected the burden she carried. It tore me apart to see her like this. I couldn't help but put myself in her shoes, imagining how it would feel if my own father, Dan, was the one suffering from dementia. The mere thought sent a shiver down my spine and it wasn't like we had the closest relationship so what about Ivy and Bianca who were most definitely each other's backbone."Jax, I don't know how much longer I can handle this," Ivy admitted, her voice filled with exhaustion. "Bianca's memory is slipping away more and more every day, and it's tearing me apart."I understood her pain all too well, and it pained me to see her suffer. I reached out and gently took her ha
Ivy's POVLiving with someone with dementia was really an emotional rollercoaster. Bianca, had always been a source of love and affection in my life. But now, with her memory fading, it was a struggle to see her not recognizing me half the time we were together. Despite the pain in my heart, I had to remain strong for her and for myself.Jax, my husband, was my pillar of support. He understood the challenges we faced and did everything in his power to ensure that both Bianca and his father, Dan, who was also battling his own health issues, were taken care of. It was a pain seeing as Bianca didn't even remember her own husband, the absolute love of her life on several different occasions.We all continued to be a tightly-knit unit, navigating the complexities of this disease together. We made a vow to ourselves that we were not going to let the circumstances that we found ourselves in rob us off of our joy. We were all going to continue to have love and joy no matter the outcome but I
Ivy's POVThe day Bianca died, it felt like my whole life had ended, but nothing could have prepared me for the state in which Dan, her husband, was in. I had rushed to the hospital the moment the nurse from the nursing home informed me over the phone. I was not prepared at all for her demise. Yes she was moved back to the nurse home from the facility see weeks back when her treatment stopped working.As I entered the sterile white hospital room, I saw Dan sitting beside Bianca's lifeless body. His face was etched with deep lines of sorrow and tears streaming down his face. I could feel the weight of his grief, and it broke my heart. I knew that Bianca was the absolute love of his life and her leaving him in this world was hell enough by loosing her memory but now she was permanently gone and it was just him. I couldn't even imagine how I would feel if Jax left me all alone in this world so prematurely because even though they were old they really still did have a lot of more time to
Jax's POVAs I boarded the plane for my business trip, little did I know that a somber phone call from Ivy, my wife, would soon disrupt the usual rhythm of our lives. I had barely settled into my seat when my phone buzzed, signaling an incoming call. It was Ivy. I smiled at the phone as I picked up the call thinking that she was calling because she was already missing me but when I heard her voice, thick with emotion, I knew that something was wrong somewhere,"Hello Ivy, what is the problem?" I asked with caution."Jax, it's Bianca," she said, her words seeming to hang in the air. Even before I asked, I already guessed what was to come next after my question"What happened to Bianca?" I asked slowly. There was a small pause before she broke the news to me"She passed away this morning. The nurse at the nursing home called to inform me earlier"My heart sank. Bianca, Ivy's beloved aunt and my father's second wife, had fought a long and arduous battle with Dementia. Though I had suspec
Jax's POVI woke up every morning with a sense of unease. Rolling over in bed, I could feel the emptiness next to me. Ivy was always up and about before I even had a chance to open my eyes. On a normal, I was the one who always woke up first except on some rare occasions so it was kind of weird to me that it was happening in a row.I would find her on the balcony, staring intently at the sky. At first, it didn't bother me. I just assumed she couldn't sleep and sought solace in the quiet of the morning. Maybe she just needed some time to reset as she had been busy almost every second for weeks now.But as the days went on and it turned to weeks,this routine became a constant. The worry started creeping in, and I couldn't help but wonder what was bothering her so much because something had to be in her mind for her to make this a habit and it was weird cause it was always the exact same time that she was right there just staring at the sky quietly and the few occasions where I had seen
Ivy's POVMy journey to healing from my grief was both painful and eye-opening. It started with acknowledging the suppressed hate I held towards Jax, my husband, for something he was not responsible for. My sane mind knew that he was not to blame but I had no idea that deep in my subconscious somewhere I held a lot of contempt towards him without my knowledge and it showed up in subtle ways in our relationship, from the way I thought about him especially after an argument to the way I kind of expected everything he did to hurt me in one way or another.Jax couldn't be blamed for the death of my parents; it was the spell of the witch, Mia, who was wicked and out for revenge and he had inky been nothing but a pun in her games. Messing with his mind through all her witchcraft and incantations. Consciously reflecting on all this allowed me to let go of my anger and begin my path towards true and genuine healing because I realized that all I was doing previously was pushing all my feeling
Ivy's POVAs slight boredom started to get the better part of me since there was nothing much to do instead of staying home and marveling in my solitude, I decided to volunteer to assist Jax with some of the office work and per usual I always tried my best to immerse myself in my work. Whether it was tackling administrative tasks or assisting Jax with some of my Luna duties now turned his duties.I relished in the opportunity of helping him in the small ways I can. Little did I know that one particular task would lead me to an unexpected encounter with someone who would soon become an important figure in my life.One day, Jax asked me to accompany him on a business trip to give a talk. As always, I happily obliged, eager to support him in any way possible and also to leave the town for a bit.It was during this trip that I had a serendipitous encounter with Chrystal, a kind-hearted and spirited woman whom I would soon come to admire greatly.Our first encounter was when Jax had steppe