Every dawn, I wrestle out of bed, gripping the worn-out edges of a routine that’s barely keeping me intact. I stand up, get dressed, and make an attempt at readying myself for whatever lies ahead but it seems more challenging every day.The longer shockingly Kylo is away, the more I feel like am coming apart.I channel my attention towards work which is the only thing left in me under control. My designs have always served as an asylum to escape the stifling reality surrounding my life here. But even that doesn’t seem easy anymore. As I sit at my desk with my pencil poised above the paper, it wouldn’t allow any line to be drawn by hand.The blank page seems to taunt me as if reminding me about how hollow I am inside.It doesn’t help that Dora and Cassandra have made it their mission to destroy whatever little peace I have left. They’re always watching, waiting for me to slip up.It started with small things—misplacing my sketches, moving my tools so I’d waste time looking for them—but
They go in a circle, days following days; either in utter silence or choking to death. Every morning, I get up, in the same bed, in the same damp, chilly, uncomfortable room wanting the day something will be different.But it never does. Kylo is still absent, and I am still alive, to suffer in this house which is gradually transforming into a mausoleum with every passing day.This loneliness lingers like an old friend that follows one around, but an unwelcome friend all the same. I attempted to keep the days occupied, keep the mind busy with something that could occupy and possibly distract from the growing anxiety and void within me, and it only grows harder to conceal.I found that even elements that I used to consider as my safe havens like the designs I create are now becoming a nuisance to me. There I am, at my desk, ready to work, holding a pencil, but ideas no longer flow as once did. My head is too muddled, too heavy with what has occurred.With this, I end up being on my own
KYLO’S POVOn this return trip, my expectations were that everything would remain constant. It may have been immature on my part but after all that had transpired, I held out hope that Varya and I could begin again as if nothing had taken place.In our relationship, there was an undeniable difference, a subtle one perhaps, but still noticeable in the way she looked at me before our words became more loving and less impersonal before I left.It was as if we were finally moving away from the bitterness that had characterized our union from its inception. A new dimension was gradually emerging in her personality towards me; warm-hearted, sensitive, and perhaps even tenderly affectionate.But now, standing in the doorway of our home, I felt a coldness that was unrelated to the air conditioning. Varya was waiting for me just like any wife would, but something was off with her. She was not like the person I had left behind at all.The tentative warmth that had begun to melt our hearts had d
KYLO’S POVAs I attempted to do coal with the figures displayed before me on the large monitor on the front end of the long polished conference table that dominated the center of the room I sat at the head of.My CFO was going on and on about the latest figures which I should have been listening to, about gross income, net income, and new ways of expanding the business.Although I tried my best I failed to focus on the lecture as my thoughts frequently shifted to the woman who was sitting next to me, on my right.Varya was sitting at the table and, as always, carefully wrote something in her notebook with a pen. On the face of it, she had been calm, collected; all the polished professional that she had emerged to be in this business. But I knew better.I could tell from her body language, that she was as anxious as I was, she could not even glance at me from the corner of her eye as if one fearful glance might betray something she dared not let out.It wasn’t just her that was differe
KYLO’S POVI should have anticipated it. For days, weeks even, there was rising pressure – it had to snap sometime. And then when it finally did happen, caught off guard I was…in what way; dumbfounded by my own sudden vulnerability.In the beginning like any other day…last thing ‘on my mind’ is Varya. Arriving early at work; in an effort to make myself lose all remaining thoughts about Varya in piles of work.The conference room cleared out, team engaged in preparation for the next big project. There came some tapping on the door which drew my attention from studying reports.“Come in,” I called out without lifting my eyes from the documents.And then she came through the door heels clacking on the marble floor bringing with her familiar click. Confidently I lifted up my head expecting to find one of the assistants there but rather saw Dora much too pleased with herself“Kylo dear,” she purred entering the office like she had a right to do so, “I thought I would drop by and check how
KYLO’S POVThe decision wasn’t sudden. For weeks it gnawed away at me as though some slow fire boiled on deep inside my head forever insisting upon itself. Only when Varya grudgingly suggested we give a shot together in putting things right between us did something go click in me?My wife wasn’t just someone whom I married; she was an individual who deserved dignity, calmness, and security at home like everybody else. Action had to be taken because righting what went wrong was my business.The dwelling turned into a battleground yet I could not afford to keep it that way any longer. To really give our union a real shot at success that is.Dora and Cassandra had crossed boundaries too many times before, but I should have acted sooner than this. I was complicit in their behavior through my silence. But no more.It was time to reclaim my house—and my marriage.That morning, after breakfast, I found myself standing in the doorway of the living room where Dora and Cassandra lounged on the
VARYA’S POVThe office was eerily quiet after the storm that was Dora and Cassandra. I was standing beside wide windows, observing the skyline of the city, trying to comprehend everything that had just occurred.The dull humming buzz of the office still surrounded me – ringing telephones, people arriving to or leaving meetings – but it all felt like a distant echo; as if I was covered in a veil of obscurity and ambiguity.Kylo ordered them away from him. He really sent both Dora and Cassandra to town, out of his dwelling place, out of his workplace, and away from me.I did not know what to feel about that.Part of me wanted to be relieved. After all, they had made my life such an agony for so long. They had disgraced me, belittled me, and tried their best to maintain my position as the most unwanted wife in this big mansion. Yet there was something about it that made me think that this was not an act of kindness or loyalty from Kylo.There was no reason for him to suddenly act this wa
“I’ve been alone in that house, in this marriage, since the day we signed that contract. So why now, Kylo? Why are you suddenly acting like you care?”He cast his gaze downward and grimaced as if searching for words that should never be uttered. “But I do,” he finally spoke.His voice was rough. “I care too much about you. And that makes me terrified.”My eyes popped out as I gazed at him, and suddenly my heart began to throb painfully. I was speechless. Part of me wanted to trust him, to have him hug me and make me feel good by saying we would be fine in the future.Yet in equal measure, another side always wondered what happened to make him this way and why all of a sudden he seemed to care so much."I’m not sure if I can trust you," I murmured, tears brimming in my eyes “Not after everything.”Kylo’s face relaxed and he moved another step nearer and nearer to me. “I don’t expect you to trust me right from now,” he added softly.“But I am ready to show it to you I want a normal and