RubyI rub at my eyes as I lie awake the following morning. I’m not even surprised Archer left the bed. But for a moment there, I think I see even the tiniest glimpse of contrition beneath his facade. The way he kisses me, holds me like I’m delicate.I exhale, causing my tousled hair to flutter across my forehead. I must have been mistaken thinking I saw a glimpse of the old Archer. I am definitely being delusional. But it doesn’t make it any less worse. I look around the large room, feeling lonely. Archer will not spare me even the slightest bit of his time. I get up and stretch lazily.I can’t afford to be hungry and sad; I think as I make my way to the bathroom. I freshen up quickly and then I put on the next thing I can find, which is a grey shirt. I roll the sleeves unceremoniously and put on grey sweatpants. My gaze lands on a yellow floral dress. It reminds me of sunshine and the peace and tranquility I long for. But I’m not feeling warm or sunshiny, so I close the closet with
ArcherThe expression on Ruby's face this morning cuts me deep. Since when did I become this monster? How did I let my hurt and pain turn me into this wicked being that his wife is afraid of? My need for retribution has turned me into a shadow of myself.How could I hurt her like this? I'm so disgusted with myself that I run out the moment she enters. I didn't want to face the product of my mistakes. I think about how she looks this morning; her eyes have dark circles under them, her usual glow is missing.I've punished her enough for something neither of us can change. It's high time to start looking at the future and not the past. What's done is done; I can't change it, but I can make the future better. I sigh. I miss my wife. I miss the days when we used to talk for hours and could never get enough. I miss the way she used to look at me with love and warmth. I miss holding her hands. I miss her even when I'm with her.I promise myself as the elevator takes me to the ground floor th
RubyWatching Archer hurry away for work as usual breaks my heart. How much longer are we going to continue like this? How much longer before I become a shadow of myself?I blame myself every day for the strain in our marriage. I blame Archer more for not wanting to fix it. We could book couples therapy and try to work through our problems, but broaching that topic with Archer will require him to actually talk to me.I'm still in the kitchen when Sophia walks in; she's wearing her usual clothes, just a shirt. I grit my teeth and clench my fist. This is my house; she can't continue to dress like that, or I'm kicking her out."What are you wearing, Sophie? Or not wearing?" I ask casually."None of your business," she responds."Actually, it is. This is my house, and Archer is my husband. I'd really appreciate it if you stop dressing like that. Because if you don't, you're out of here," I threaten, hoping Archer will back up my words if it comes to it. Briefly wondering if he'll choose m
ArcherSitting across from the investor from Spain who wants us to partner with them, I zone out as he goes on and on about the advantages of the partnership. I haven't had time to speak with Ruby for days now. I haven't told her about wanting to bury the hatchet or asked her for forgiveness.I know I'm only delaying because I'm afraid that I've pushed her too far and that I could never win her back. Be that as it may, I miss her badly enough that I'd rather risk doom than spend another hour talking to her. The investor is still talking, and I stifle the urge to yawn.My phone vibrates to announce an incoming message. I sneak it out and take a peek. What I see makes me jump up from my seat, startling everyone at the table, including the investor."Um, I'm sorry. I have to use the restroom. Excuse me," I say. I get out as quickly as I can. "Shit, shit. I can't believe Sophia would do this," I murmur, walking quickly to the front of the building. I call Ruby's phone; it rings and rings,
RubyI hear a knock at the door, and I know it’s my friend, Julia. She has been visiting ever since the last time she came. It was a memorable event where I got to hang out with the kids from the orphanage and also be free around her, now that Archer isn’t in town. We definitely have a lot to catch up on. I take a deep breath and open the door.Julia sees the look on my face and rushes over to me, giving me a big hug.“Oh my God, are you okay?” she asks, and I can feel the concern in her voice.“Yes, I am,” I assure her.“You sure don’t look fine to me; you’ve got dark circles around your eyes,” Julia says.“It’s just stress. You know, I’ve been doing some work at home,” I explain.“You should get help to assist you at home. I don’t like to see you stress out yourself,” she suggests.“Don’t worry; I’ll be fine. It’s nothing that I can’t handle,” I reassure her, gesturing for her to come into the living room.We both sit on the big cushion, and she looks happy as she runs her eyes all
Archer“Mr. Archer? Are you still there?”“Yeah... yeah! I’m here. Go on,” I say quickly, the director’s voice snapping me out of my thoughts.“Are you sure? ‘Cause you seemed a bit distracted for a moment there.”“I’m fine, director. Please continue.”I am distracted. Ever since I got the call from Julia, my heart hasn’t stopped racing. Why is she at the hospital? Julia is saying something about her slipping and falling. I’m not so sure if I heard her right with the sound of my heartbeat filling my ear.Ruby looks okay when I leave the house, I am sure of that. What I’m not sure of is the state she is in after probably seeing those pictures. She ignores all my calls, all twenty-three of them. Yes, I count, my agitation mounting each time the phone goes unpicked. I quickly grab the phone when I see her calling, only to find out its Julia.I would totally cancel this meeting like the others if it wasn’t scheduled by the committee. I can’t let them think I’m slacking or they’d pounce on
RubyI lay on the sterile hospital bed, my gaze fixed on the plain, off-white ceiling. The harsh fluorescent lights flickered intermittently, casting a cold glow that seemed to accentuate the sterile environment.The air was heavy with the unmistakable scent of antiseptic, a clinical aroma that permeated every corner of the room. It clung to my nostrils, invading my senses and evoking a sense of unease. I despised that smell. It reminds me of illness and vulnerability.The room itself was stark and functional, devoid of any personal touches or warmth. The walls, painted in an uninspiring shade of pale blue, were barren except for a few nondescript medical charts and a clock that ticked away the seconds with ruthless efficiency. The linoleum floor squeaked underfoot as nurses hurried past, their footsteps echoing through the sterile corridors.I closed my eyes momentarily, attempting to shut out the sterile environment that surrounded me. Instead, I focused on the sounds that seeped th
ArcherI sat in the waiting area, my mind racing with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. It had been incredibly hard for me to leave Ruby's side, even for a short while. She was carrying our child, and the weight of that responsibility weighed heavily on my shoulders. I couldn't shake the feeling that I was to blame for her current condition, despite her assurances that I wasn't.The kind-looking doctor called my name, and I followed her into the examination room. I discarded my shirt as instructed, exposing the wound on my shoulder. The doctor went to work, cleaning and stitching it up with practiced precision. In no time, the wound was covered, and she provided me with instructions for care."Just make sure to keep the wound clean and dry, and it should heal nicely. If you experience any pain or swelling, don't hesitate to reach out to us," the doctor advised, offering a reassuring smile."Thank you, Doc," I expressed my gratitude before hastily making my way back to Ruby's ward. Ev