The next morning, Marianne felt the heaviness on her head. She gently massages her head as she slowly got up from her bed. As the past events came back to her, her eyes widened, thinking about that night she shared with Felix. "Wait... was that real? Or a dream?" she asked herself, and then she looked at her body. She found that she was wearing another dress. Marianne's heart raced as she looked around the room, trying to piece together the events of the previous night. The familiar surroundings of her bedroom offered no immediate answers. She felt a mix of confusion and disbelief, wondering if what had transpired between her and Felix was indeed real or just a product of her imagination. As she was about to walked towards the door, the door creaked opened, and her eyes widened. "Oh my! You startled me," she uttered in shock. Felix, on the other hand, stared at her with confusion. "Are you okay? How are you feeling? You get drunk last night-" "I know," she cutted his sentence. "
The rhythmic sound of crashing waves provided a comforting backdrop as Marianne strolled along the shore, the golden hues of the sunset reflecting on the water. The beach held a special place in her heart, a sanctuary where the vastness of the ocean seemed to absorb her worries and grief. As Marianne walked, she couldn't help but recall the countless childhood memories spent with her father by the sea. He used to build sandcastles with her, teach her how to skip stones, and share stories of his own youth. The beach, once a place of joy, now held bittersweet nostalgia. With each step, Marianne felt a subtle transformation within. The gentle lapping of the waves and the distant calls of seagulls created a soothing melody, inviting her to let go of the pain that clung to her heart. She found a secluded spot and settled down on the warm sand, staring out into the horizon. A soft breeze carried the scent of saltwater, and Marianne closed her eyes, allowing herself to be enveloped by the
The warm water from the shower cascaded down, providing a momentary escape for Marianne. The rhythmic sound of the rain outside merged with the soothing flow, creating a cocoon of tranquility. Yet, beneath the surface calm, her thoughts swirled in a tempest of confusion. As Marianne emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a plush towel, she found Felix sitting on the edge of the bed, his gaze fixed on the rain-kissed window. The atmosphere in the room had shifted, a subtle tension lingering in the air. Felix turned to her with a soft smile as she entered. "Feel better?" Marianne nodded, unable to decipher the myriad of emotions coursing through her. The intimate setting, coupled with Felix's unexpected playfulness, left her feeling both vulnerable and intrigued. Felix stood up, gesturing towards the bed. "Here are some clothes I bought earlier, get changed." he said and then he walked towards the bathroom to take a shower. Marianne, still wrapped in the towel, watched Felix disapp
Marianne's eyes widened in astonishment at Felix's unexpected declaration. The word "wife" hung in the air, and she felt a mix of confusion and surprise. The intensity of Felix's gaze and the firm grip on her hands sent a subtle message—a message that went beyond the facade they had crafted for the evening. Emily's smile faltered for a moment before she recovered, her eyes flickering between Felix and Marianne. "Oh, I didn't know. Congratulations," she said, her tone carrying a hint of forced enthusiasm. Felix nodded, acknowledging Emily's words, though his eyes never left Marianne's. The air in the restaurant had shifted once again, and Marianne couldn't quite decipher the emotions playing across Felix's face. "Thank you," Felix replied, his voice steady. Emily, sensing the change in dynamics, excused herself gracefully, mentioning something about needing to catch up with other friends in town. Marianne secretly smiled as she knew that Emily just embarrassed herself in front of t
She could see how Marianne was hurting despite the fact that their relationship is built by an agreement. She knew that Marianne is doing all of those things for her mother's medication and for them to survive. Ethel knew that her friend is willing to do everything for her mother.Ethel smiled, her eyes filled with empathy. "That's the spirit, Marianne. You deserve someone who sees you for more than just a part of an agreement. Focus on yourself, on your dreams and aspirations. And remember, I'm here for you whenever you need to talk."As days turned into weeks, Marianne tried to distance herself emotionally from the complexities of her relationship with Felix. She threw herself into work, finding solace in the familiar routines and goals she had set for herself. The city's hustle and bustle provided a distraction, a way for her to keep moving forward."Marianne?" Felix called her and then she went straight to his office. "Yes, Mr. Anderson?" she asked. Felix raised his head and loo
The following day, Marianne found herself engrossed in her work, trying to maintain the professional distance she had intentionally created. The office was buzzing with activity, but the air between her and Felix remained charged with unspoken tension. As Marianne focused on her tasks, an unexpected email from Ethel popped up on her screen. It simply read, "Coffee, later?" Marianne hesitated for a moment, contemplating the invitation. Despite her initial reluctance to share her inner turmoil, she realized that confiding in a friend might provide the solace she needed. With a determined nod, she replied to Ethel's message, "Sure, let's meet. I could use a break." Later that day, Marianne and Ethel found themselves in their favorite corner of the coffee shop. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee enveloped them as they settled into their seats. Ethel looked at Marianne with concern in her eyes. "How are you holding up? Anything new with Felix?" Marianne sighed, stirring her coffee abs
As Marianne left the restaurant and walked through the quiet streets, she couldn't shake off the mix of emotions swirling within her. The evening with Sam had provided a temporary escape, but the lingering thoughts of Felix and their complicated dynamic persisted. Meanwhile, Felix was there. He saw everything what Marianne and Sam do. He clenched his fists while looking at her; the way she laughed, the way she smiled at Sam, it makes him angry at her. His jaw tightened as he watched Marianne from a distance, his emotions in turmoil. The sight of her with someone else, even if it was just a setup, stirred a strange sense of possessiveness within him. He hadn't anticipated feeling this way, and it fueled the frustration he had been trying to contain. As Marianne walked away from the restaurant, Felix found himself conflicted. He wanted to confront her, to understand why she was seeking companionship elsewhere, but at the same time, he knew he had no right to question her choices. Thei
As Marianne stumbled alongside Felix towards his car, the weight of the night's events seemed to press down on her. The air was thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. The alcohol coursing through her veins intensified the turmoil within, making every step feel heavier. Felix, silent and stoic, guided her into the car. The drive home was a tense silence, broken only by the distant hum of passing traffic. Marianne stared out of the window, her mind a chaotic mess of anger, confusion, and a lingering sadness that she couldn't quite articulate. Upon reaching the house, Felix helped her out of the car. The night seemed to close in around them as they ascended the stairs to her door. Marianne fumbled with her keys, frustration evident in each shaky attempt to unlock the door. Felix, despite the tension between them, took the keys gently from her hand. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit room that mirrored the shadows dancing in Marianne's troubled mind. As they enter