All Chapters of Passion in Broken Love: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Patricia I tossed and turned on the bed, covering my entire body with the sheets to shield my eyes from the hostile rays of sun that seeped through the windows. Even with the one-month leave I had taken from work, I was still stressed with the weight of my conscience. Realising there was no way I was going back to sleep, I threw the sheets back and sat against the headboard. Ethan was obviously gone, since there was no trace of him in the room, and it was well past eight o’clock. So, I was the only one at home. After taking my bath, I went down the kitchen to prepare some tea for my breakfast, as I wasn’t feeling for anything solid. With there being nothing else to do, I decided to do a thorough clean-up in the kitchen, not because it needed rearrangement, but because I wanted to keep my mind off certain thoughts. That worked for only a while, because once I was done and seated in the living room, my mind began its daily torture. The television was on but I couldn’t register a

PatriciaFlashback- *two weeks ago*My hair was in a mess, just like my papers were. I had to submit my analysis report by the end of the day, but I couldn’t seem to concentrate. My mind kept going back to what I had done during the weekend. I still didn’t know why and how I had let that happen, but now the damage was done and permanent; irreversible. I had slept with Bryce, a childhood friend who happened to also be a colleague at work. I had been avoiding him ever since I made that mistake, and I wasn’t planning on seeing him any time soon. My application for a leave of absence was being processed, and I would vanish from the office as soon as it was approved.I knew this wasn’t the way to solve the problem, but that was all I could think of. Was I going to tell Ethan? Could I even?I run my hands through hair again, pulling tightly on the roots. What would others say if they found out? My parents…God… I was so ashamed and sick of myself.If only I could turn back time. If only we d

EthanTwo hours had already passed, but I was still sitting in the same place, in the driver’s seat of my car, not knowing what to feel. I was trying hard, really hard to convince myself that I could hold it all in, but I could only deceive myself for so long.Even though I said I wouldn’t, I was tempted to go find the scoundrel who called himself Bryce and unleash all my anger on him. But clearly, I was in no proper state of mind to face him. I could end up being called a murderer tomorrow.I slapped the wheel in frustration and cursed out loudly. That was when the tears came rushing down my face. My heart ached as I yelled out, pouring my emotions out all at once. I was angry and confused and most of all, I felt betrayed and lost.How had things come to this? Of all the problems I expected with our marriage, I didn’t think I’d be faced with one of this sort. I still couldn’t accept that she had cheated. She wasn’t the type. She just didn’t have it in her nature to do something like

PatriciaI woke up the same time my six o’clock alarm sounded. I yawned as I moved my hand around the bed searching for it to turn it off. I opened my eyes after seconds of vain searching and found it on my nightstand.I pulled myself up into a sitting position, took my phone and turned off the alarm. I pushed my hair back and then turned to Ethan’s side. It looked untouched. I instantly checked the messages I sent him yesterday. He hadn’t seen them. Did he come home at all? The moment I slid out of bed, the bathroom door opened. I turned my head and instantly locked eyes with Ethan, who had just a towel wrapped his waist.For a moment, my words were stuck in my throat as I looked at him. What was I even going to say? Hey there? Good morning? How was your night?Ethan just looked away and headed for his closet.“Wait,” I shot up from the bed, finally finding my voice.He stopped but didn’t turn. “What?”“Did you