Ethan I stood by the window, staring out at the city that had become our home, but my mind was far away. My mind was in Japan. The word felt like it was stuck in my head, echoing over and over again. I rubbed my temples, trying to shake off the pressure building inside me. The offer was still fresh in my mind. It was too good to ignore, too impossible to walk away from.The man at the meeting had not even blinked when he laid the terms out. A multi-million-dollar deal, a fresh start, everything I had ever worked for within my grasp. All I had to do was relocate my family to Japan, and it was mine. But Reina...She had made it clear. She didn’t want to move. She was settling in here, building her career, making waves in the fashion world.I could see the light in her eyes every time she talked about her latest projects, the way she was finally coming into her own. And Andrew, he was getting used to school, making friends. They were happy here. But me? I was restless. I was so res
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at the wall. My heart felt like it was being squeezed, and I could not breathe right. Ethan’s words never left my mind even for a second. I was stressed and now. All I could think of was Ethan going to Japan alone.It was my fear. But can he actually think of that?After everything we had been through to settle here, to build something stable for Andrew? And me? And us?I ran my fingers through my hair, trying to make sense of it all. I didn’t want to be angry, but I could not help it. How could he think that money, no matter how much, was worth tearing our family apart? I knew Ethan was ambitious. He had always been but this felt different. It felt like he was willing to leave us behind for an attractive opportunity used to lure him in. One thing I could not quite understand was his sudden interest in that. We were far from being poor so it was disgusting that he still wanted more. I sighed heavily, reaching for my phone on the bedsi
Reina It was late, past midnight. The house was unusually quiet, with only the faint hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen breaking the stillness. I could not sleep. My mind kept circling back to the conversation Ethan and I had earlier. It felt unfinished, like we were stuck at a crossroads, neither of us willing to move forward, but also not ready to back down.I decided to get up and get some water. As I walked toward the kitchen, I heard faint noises coming from our bedroom. My steps slowed, and I strained my ears to listen. It was the unmistakable sound of drawers being opened and closed.Filled with so much curiosity, I turned back and headed toward our room. I pushed the door open gently, not wanting to make a sound. The sight that awaited me made my heart drop.Ethan was standing by the wardrobe, pulling out clothes and laying them on the bed. His suitcase was open, half-packed, with his shirts neatly folded on one side. I froze at the door, trying to make sense of what
Reina I stayed on the couch for what felt like hours, replaying Ethan’s words in my head. He was leaving. For Japan. For money. For his dream. And there was nothing I could do to stop him.My thoughts were a tangled mess of anger, sadness, and confusion. Part of me wanted to scream at him, to demand he choose us over that job. But another part of me was too tired, too broken. I was exhausted from trying to hold us together.I heard Ethan moving around upstairs again, the sound of him zipping up his suitcase making my heart clench. It was really happening. He was leaving and that was it. Just as I was about to get up and confront him again, my phone buzzed on the coffee table.I wiped my face with the sleeve of my sweater and reached for it, hoping it was not some random notification that would only make things worse.When I saw Leonard’s name flash on the screen, my stomach dropped.I had not spoken to Leonard since our last encounter at the mall. Ethan had been so adamant about
Ethan It was morning so quickly and it was funny how fast the week went by. I stared blankly at the suitcase open on the bed, half-packed with clothes I was not even sure I needed. Leaving for Japan was a step I could not take lightly, and yet, I was packing. As I folded another shirt and placed it in the suitcase, my mind raced. I knew I was being selfish. I knew this decision would wreck her. But I needed this deal. For once, I had to think about the future, about what could be better for us, for Andrew. The kind of money they were offering, it wasn’t just a job; it was a chance for us to never worry again. But deep down, I knew it was not just about the money. Things had shifted between Reina and me, and I could not pretend otherwise. Japan was not just an escape for making more money. It was an escape from her, from everything that had become complicated, messy, and suffocating. She was not the same, and neither was I. I heard soft footsteps behind me. I didn’t have
I was yet to believe that all that Leonard told me was true. But, I had another thing ahead of me. I woke up early and the housekeeper dressed Andrew for school. I had to go drop him off and I didn't leave him without planting a kiss on his cheek. Ethan was out of the picture in my life now. We have refused to speak to each other and I had decided not to dwell on it. Instead, I threw myself into work. Today was about to get interesting for me. I had an important presentation for a potential client. I was nervous but as usual, I trusted myself. We started work immediately at the fashion house, preparing designs and work. “Reina, over here!” Kayla called, motioning me to her office. I hurried over, clutching my portfolio tightly. “Good morning, Kayla.” “Morning. Are you ready for the pitch?” “As ready as I will ever be.” I tried to sound confident, but my hands were clammy. Kayla placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “You have got this. The client is very picky and
EthanI have decided to leave for Japan without telling my wife and son. It would sound crazy to you, but I don’t think I can allow a woman to control me anymore. It is like I have been walking on eggshells in my own house, trying to be the perfect husband, the perfect father. I can’t breathe.I stood in the living room last night, staring at the photo of us on the wall. Reina, my forever beautiful wife, with her perfect smile, and Andrew, our son, laughing on my shoulders. A picture-perfect family, people would say. But pictures lie."Where are you going at this hour?" Reina’s voice jolted me out of my thoughts. She stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, suspicion dripping from her voice. We have not talked for days and now suddenly she's saying all these. Sigh a joke. "Just… clearing my head," I said, avoiding her gaze."Again?" she snapped. "You have been distant for weeks and have been refusing to speak to me just because I refused not to buy your idea about going to Japan.
Reina I had gone back to my workaholic side as I was patiently waiting for Bruce to come up with any information about Helen. In a week's time, I was going to show her the updated design that she wanted. And for her dinner? I changed my mind from attending her dinner. I just was not feeling it. I didn't get anything from her, no text and no call. She was either cool with it or not. The day passed slowly and I was at home, working endlessly on the design. The house was very quiet without Ethan and Andrew was at school. I tried to wrap up my work for the day earlier than usual. Yet, I felt restless, like something was crawling under my skin. I stood by the kitchen sink, staring out the window. The sunlight shone aggressively on the leaves outside the house but it didn’t make me feel cheerful or any better. I thought of Ethan who had long boarded the plane to his destination, now he was flying somewhere far away. Why didn’t I stop him? My phone buzzed on the counter, pulling
ReinaThe next morning, the sunlight shon through the bedroom windows felt softer and warmer than before.Everything felt as if the world itself had decided to give us a fresh start. Ethan was still asleep beside me and his breathing felt calm. I could not remember the last time we had shared a bed without a wall of tension between us.Quietly, I slipped out of bed and went into the kitchen. The lake house was so calm and serene in the early morning light and I could hear the sound of birdsong in t h air through the open windows.I made myself a cup of coffee and stood at the counter, staring out at the shimmering lake.This was what I wanted. Peace and a life where Ethan and I were not at each other’s throats. But could it last? That was my greatest fear. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Ethan’s footsteps behind me. I turned to see him standing in the doorway, his hair messy and his eyes still heavy with sleep.“Morning, sweetheart,” he said to me. His voice was kinda
ReinaIt was the weekend already and it came faster than I expected. I had not even told Ethan if I was going to the lake house with him, and yet, he was packed and ready by Friday morning. His suitcase was beside the door and I knew that he might not take no for an answer. As I passed by it, I sighed to myself. I was so indecisive and it felt like something was pulling me down. Could I really spend the weekend with him?“Reina,” Ethan called softly, interrupting my thoughts.I turned to see him leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed.He looked so casual and neat but his look didn’t match the tension in his eyes.“Are you coming with me or not?” He asked but his voice trailed off after a while, as if he was afraid of my answer.I hesitated, looking at the floor, the ceiling, anywhere but his face. “I don’t know, Ethan.”He took a step closer and his face fell. “What are you afraid of?”“Everything,” I admitted with my voice barely above a whisper. “I’m afraid that if
Reina’s POVBefore I knew what was happening, the weeks had gone past really fast. It was surprising how time went fast most of the time. I had just delivered some designs for aj international brand and I decided to take a week off to calm my nerves down since I had been working my ass off over the week. There was still a lot of work to be done but that would be attended to later. I don't care about that now. What I care about is my mental health and my physical health. As the days moved fast into weeks, Ethan’s persistence didn’t waver a bit. I could feel his frustration everytime I looked at him. It was always written all over his face and he could not hide it.I was not sure if it was at me, at himself, or at the situation we had both created. Whatever it was, I knew one thing, he wanted us to be okay.But could we be? Could we really be okay? Could we forget everything that has happened between the both of us? All these questions are difficult to answer. It was a quiet eveni
Reina's POVThe air between Ethan and me felt...different. Not entirely warm, but it was not cold either. Ethan was giving me some signs that he was a good husband. He was going extra miles to win my heart and it amused me. The last thing I thought Ethan would do was for him not to divorce me. I had been preparing my mind ever since for a divorce. There were moments when I had caught him watching me with a funny expression that I could not quite read. His face always looked so soft, almost tender. But I was not ready to let my guard down. Not yet.I had spent so long trying to please him, begging him to forgive me, and now I was tired. I didn’t know how to go about this new phase of my life. He was trying and I could see it but the pain and resentment I had buried deep still clung to me like shadows.Well, his kindness towards me all started with small gestures.As I walked into the living room, I noticed a bouquet of red roses on the coffee table. At first, I thought they were f
Reina POV I could feel Ethan’s eyes on me as I poured myself a second glass of wine. The intensity of his gaze on me was suffocating, but I refused to let my eyes meet his. Let him watch. Let him wonder. I have spent too many nights begging for his attention; now it was his turn to sit with it and beg me for my attention. The silence stretched between us like a long string and I swirled the wine in my glass, feeling that I didn't care about his feelings, though my heart raced. I could still hear his words from the other night, the way he practically begged me for answers, for me to talk to him. It was crazy but funny at the same time. “I want us to fix this.” But fix what, exactly? The broken shards of a marriage that neither of us seemed willing to sweep up? The years of neglect, the lies and the half-hearted apologies? Oh, let's not forget. The cheating. No. I was done being the one to bend. That night, I stayed up late in the guest bedroom I had claimed as my own.
Ethan POVReina’s words echoed in my mind so loudly like a drum that one could not silence. “Do your worst, Ethan.” She had said it with so much conviction, like she doesn't care about any action that I took. What the hell has come over her? This was not the wife that I got married to . She was so indifferent and that alone cut deeper than I thought words ever could.I stared at the ceiling that night, trying to piece together the shattered pieces of our life. Our lives were nothing to write home about and I have lost all hope in making sure that things went back to normal. Divorce was what was staring at us from another end and it now seemed like a threat that we both threw around like a knife, but neither of us had the courage to file for a divorce. Truth was, I didn’t want to divorce Reina.Not because I was scared of the fallout between us or the bad press, or the whispers and gossips from our so-called friends. No, that is not it. I could not bring myself to do it because
EthanI couldn’t focus on anything anymore. Not work, not Andrew, not even the endless distractions I used to drown myself in. My mind was consumed by Reina. Her sudden indifference towards me, her mysterious outings, and the unsettling confidence she carried these days. It was as though she had transformed into someone I didn’t recognize, someone who didn’t need me anymore.The change that I saw in her made me mad and angry. She used to plead, cry, and beg for my attention. Now, she barely looked at me. She left the house dressed to kill, and returned late at night without a single explanation. When I asked where she had been, her replies were casual and almost dismissive.“It is none of your business, Ethan,” she said one night, brushing past me as though I were invisible.And that smile, she smiled more these days, but never at me. Always at her phone. One evening, I heard the door close softly behind her as she left. I sat in the living room, staring at the television, but I
ReinaTaking your friend's advice? That was a good thing to do. I sat at the dining table, absently twirling the spoon in my cup of tea. Ethan was seated across from me, but I didn’t dare look at him. I could feel his eyes on me, as though he was waiting for me to break the silence. A month ago, I would have. I would have pleaded, begged him to talk to me. But not anymore. I had decided to follow Celia’s advice. If Ethan wanted space, he would get it, more than he bargained for.“You are not going to say anything?” he asked finally, breaking the silence between the both of us. I looked up briefly, then shrugged, giving him a neutral look. “What is there to say?”His brows furrowed. “You have been quiet lately. It’s…unlike you.”I shrugged again and stood, carrying my cup to the sink. “If you have something to say, Ethan, say it. Otherwise, I have work to do.”I walked out of the kitchen without waiting for a response. My hands trembled slightly as I made my way to the livin
ReinaA divorce? A fucking divorce!!!Did I hear right or was I dreaming? Has it come to this now that he was suddenly asking for a divorce? No, no. He has to be joking. He has to be seriously joking about this. He will come around soon. I hit my head with my hand countless times as the days passed in a rush. The once vibrant and intoxicating energy that filled our home had been replaced with a heavy, suffocating silence. Ethan barely spoke to me unless it was about Andrew or something essential that he felt I should know about.Even then, his words were short and straight to the point and his tone was cold. It was like talking to a stranger.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the framed photo on the nightstand. It was from our honeymoon. Ethan and I were on a beach, laughing at something I could not even remember. We looked so happy, so carefree. That version of us felt like a distant dream, a life that didn’t belong to me anymore.How did all these disappear in the blink