Todos os capítulos de ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : Capítulo 51 - Capítulo 60

As she made her way onto the highway, the bright streetlights of the city blurred her vision incessantly. She tried to focus on the road ahead, but the lights kept making it hard to look straight as it seemed to add to her headaches. Alexis rubbed her face, trying all means to stay alert, but the day’s work was an undeniable force, pulling her towards the hole of exhaustion.It was then, as she navigated the congested lanes, that a sudden, piercing honk jolted her from her daze. Her head snapped up just in time to see a car veering dangerously close to her. Panic surged through her as she swerved instinctively, her heart racing as she fought to regain control of her vehicle. The car’s tires screeched against the asphalt, sending a shiver of terror through her as she struggled to correct her course.But the terror didn’t end there. While Alexis tried to steer her car back on the lane it’s meant to be, her vision became disorganized and the dizziness that’d haunted her all day seemed to

Haven broke out in annoyance. It goes beyond simply feeling excluded. It has to do with the way you and Matthew seem to have this unique bond that I no longer share. I've made an effort to accept it, but it's difficult. With a heavy breath, Alexis's gaze softened. "I had no idea you were feeling this way. I mistakenly believed that we were all merely enjoying ourselves. I did not intend to give you a sense of exclusion. Haven's reaction made her feel a little guilty. "I understand it's not deliberate. I simply feel like I'm losing that connection as I watch my best friend becoming so close to someone else.Haven said to Alexis in a tight voice, "This needs to end now." I've already mentioned to you that you’re too familiar with Matthew. "He’s my closest companion, not someone for you to confide in personally." Alexis sighed and raked her fingers through her hair. I’ve no control over who I form connections with, Haven. Matthew and I simply hit it off. I'm not attempting to substitut

The evening continued on, and Matthew remained within the café, reflecting on the talk and attempting to come to terms with the questionable way ahead. He knew he had taken a chance by opening up, and presently all he might do was hold up and trust that, in time, Alexis might find a way to suit his feelings with her own. At some point he was frightened, what will happen with his friendship with his best companion Haven, a bond they have used most their lifetime construct might go crashing down if everything spills out, but he just wouldn't put too much thought in that. Alexis looked hard at him as the room was as silent as the dead of the night, her face not readable. She tried to speak, she opened her mouth but nothing came out. She immediately closed it before it got noticed by Matthew, still her thoughts not settled as she processed the matter still pending a conversation Matthew looked at her intensely, his heart ponding like someone awaiting a judge’s decision in a court. “I’m

But was it really her decision? The more she thought about it, the more she wondered if she had truly been in control. There were so many reasons, so many things that made her push him away, but now, in the quiet of her room, she wasn’t sure any of them really mattered.She kept rolling on her bed from one side to another, holding her pillow tightly to her chest, sleep was far away from her at that moment. The room was silent except for the frog sounds coming from a nearby lake just behind the house. Outside it was a full moon as it sat gently casting a warm glow through her window, making it look like the moon was watching over her. The scenery should have been beautiful and peaceful, but Alexis' situation with Matthew made it far from it.Matthew was always there for her, ever since she started having issues with Haven, Matthew was always there for her, always listening to her and always being that shoulder for her to cry on. They’ve been friends for some time now, sharing laughter,

As Matthew held up, he attempted to plan himself for the discussion that was almost to unfurl. He practiced what he would say, how he would clarify everything without making it sound like he was an awful fellow. But no matter how numerous times he went over it in his head, he knew there was no simple way to do this. Some minutes afterward, there was a knock at the door. Matthew opened it to find Haven standing there, looking tired and worn out. The strain of his conjugal issues was apparent within the dim circles beneath his eyes and the droop of his shoulders. “Hey, man,” Haven said, venturing inside. “What’s going on? You sounded serious.” Matthew closed the door behind him, attempting to unfalter his nerves. “We have to talk about something... something I’ve been keeping from you.” Haven scowled, concern shining brightly in his eyes. “What is it? You’re beginning to stress me.” Matthew motioned for Haven to sit down on the couch, and he took a seat over from him. For a minute, he