"Thatโs not true," Matthew said at long last, his voice quieter but no less decided. "I know her way better than you think. Iโve been there for her through everything." "But you never told her how you felt until presently, when itโs as well late," Haven said, venturing closer, his voice bringing down to a perilous calm. "Youโve had a long time, Haven . A long time. And what did you do with it? Nothing. And presently, when sheโs mine, you think you'll just come in andโ" "Enough!" Alexis yelled, venturing between them, her eyes filled with tears. "This isnโt reasonable! To either of you! And itโs not reasonable to me, either. I canโt be the reason you disregard your companionship." Matthew and Haven both ventured back, their eyes still bolted in a silent battle, but not one or the other willing to continue the contention before Alexis. She looked at both of them, her heart aching. She loved Havenโshe had chosen him, after all. But Matthew had been her person, the one who had continu
Matthew inclined forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "I just need you to be strong, Alexis. Thatโs all Iโve ever wanted. And in case it means letting you go, at that point... at that point Iโll do it." Tears welled in Alexisโs eyes as she listened to him. She had gone through so long trying to make everybody else strong that she had overlooked to consider her own feelings. Presently, faced with the choice, she realised that no matter what choice she made, somebody would get hurt. They sat there in hush, the weight of implicit words hanging between them. At long last, Alexis stood up, wiping her eyes. "I need more time, Matt. I canโt make this choice right now." Matthew gestured, standing up close to her. "Take all the time you need," like he rehashed, in spite of the fact that this time there was a calm acknowledgement in his voice. "Iโll be here. No matter what." As Alexis strolled away, she felt an unusual blend of help and pity. The choice still loomed over her, but for
โYouโre not in a position to make requests, Haven,โ Damon answered coldly. โJust do as I say, and possibly Iโll consider letting her go.โ The line went dead, and Haven was cleared out standing within the center of his flat, his mind hustling. He felt just like the ground had just been pulled out from beneath him, and he struggled to keep his calm. She was everything to him, and the thought of losing her was more than he might bear. He had worked so hard for that contract, invested so much to get to where he was, and now it was all on the line. But the choice was clearโhe couldnโt let anything happen to his wife. No bargain, no matter how profitable, was worth her life. But Haven was not the sort to back down without a battle. He knew he couldnโt just walk away from the contract, not without attempting to discover another way to get Alexis back. He picked up the phone and called Matthew, who replied sleepily, clearly having been woken up by the call. โHaven? Whatโs going on? Itโs la
The line went dead once more, and Haven felt a surge of dissatisfaction and defenselessness. But at the moment, he had a clueโhis wife was in a warehouse, and there were machines. It wasnโt much to develop on, but it was something. He called Matthew once more, telling what his wife had told him. โThatโs a start,โ Matthew said. โThere are a couple of mechanical ranges within the city that fit that description. Iโll get some individuals to check them out. Meanwhile , we got to make a move on that call. We canโt bear to squander any time.โ Haven concurred, in spite of the fact that his mind was already racing ahead to what he would do another. He knew that Damon would be observing, holding up for him to create the declaration. He needed to purchase more time, but he too was needed to act rapidly. The city was washed within the passing on light of the late evening, casting long shadows that appeared to increase with the pressure brewing between Haven and Matthew. The two men stood on th
Matthew murmured, running a hand through his hair. He could feel the weight of the circumstance squeezing down on him, the direness of the ticking clock in the back of his mind. "I get that, man. But think about this: why hasnโt Damon as of now hurt her? Heโs holding up for you because he needs you. He needs something from you, something more than just your life. If we are able to figure out what that's , perhaps we can turn the tables on him." Haven closed his eyes, considering Matthewโs words. Damon was nothing if not calculated, continuously a step ahead within the games he played. But Haven couldnโt shake the fear that this time, the stakes were as well high, the results as well desperate. "You think heโs bluffing?" Matthew shook his head. "No. Damon doesnโt bluff. But heโs got a plan, and if we can figure out what it is, we could be able to defeat him on our own." Haven remained noiseless, his mind a whirlwind of clashing considerations and feelings. He needed to accept Matt
"Let's get through this." The warehouse was an antique of the cityโs mechanical past, a gigantic, rotting structure that lingered over the encompassing neighborhood like an apparition from another time. The windows were boarded up, and the light came from a couple of scattered road lights that scarcely punctured the obscurity. Haven and Matthew arrived just some time before 9 PM. The road was frightfully calm, the kind of silence that felt unnatural in a city that was as a rule so lively. Haven โs heart beat in his chest as they drew nearer the entrance, a gigantic metal door that looked like it hadnโt been used in a long time.Haven came out of his car, the rock crunching beneath his feet as he balanced the collar of his coat. His sende were on alert, each strand of his hair mindful of the peril that hidden within the obscurity. The wind yelled through the broken windows, carrying with it a cold metallic fragrance that made his stomach turn. It had been weeks since his wife had bee
But he wasnโt about to go down without a battle. His eyes dashed around the room, looking for any conceivable elude courses, but the men had him trapped. He would have to think quickly. โYouโre unsurprising, Haven,โ Damon continued, his voice dripping with satisfaction. โAlways thinking you'll be able to solve everything along with your fists. But this time, youโre in over your head.โ Havenโs jaw fixed as he met Damonโs look. โIf youโve harm her, I swearโโ โYouโll what?โ Damon hindered, his tone taunting. โYouโre in no position to give out threats, old friend. But donโt stress, I havenโt harmed her. Yet.โ Havenโs blood bubbled at Damonโs words, but he constrained himself to remain calm. He couldnโt bear to lose his cool, not now. He needed to discover a way out of this mess, and fast. โWhat do you need, Damon?โ Haven inquired, his voice unfaltering in spite of the adrenaline coursing through his veins. Damon tilted his head, imagining to consider the address. โWhat do I want?โ he
Havenโs heart skipped a beat as Damon signaled to the door. Two of Damonโs men appeared, dragging a figure into the room. Havenโs breath caught in his throat as he recognized the disheveled shape of his spouse. Her dress was torn, and her face was bruised, but she was alive. Havenโs heart hurt as he took in her look, the torment in her eyes breaking his resolve. He battled to his feet, his whole body trembling with seethe and help. โBabe!โ he called out, his voice dry. Alexis lifted her head, her eyes filled with tears as she met his look. โHaven,โ she whispered, her voice scarcely capable of being heard. Damon observed the get-together with a turned smile, his arms crossed over his chest. โTouching, isnโt it.โ Haven's breath came in shallow as he tried to keep his vision in a faintly lit passage. The cold, stone dividers squeezed in on him, and the harsh haziness appeared to swallow him entire. His heart beat in his chest like a war drum, resounding within the hush. He had mispl
"I actually believed that we would eventually have to take sides.โ Marcus could vividly recall the memories. He had been friends with Haven since high school, witnessing his journey through a painful breakup with his college girlfriend, who had betrayed him by getting involved with his roommate. Smoothly flowing friendship marked by shared experiences and challenges. The betrayal had caused Haven to build walls so high that they appeared insurmountable. His innate warmth and optimism were buried beneath layers of protective cynicism. When Fiona first re-introduced Alexis to their friend group few months ago, Marcus noticed the same wounded walls in her. Fresh from calling off her engagement to a man who had gradually tried to suppress her sparkle, in an effort to control her better, Alexis was portraying a demeanor characterized by sharp edges and cautious aloofness. Haven and Alexis moved around each other cautiously, like two wary cats, drawn to each other yet filled with insecurit
The park seemed hushed, only the little giggles from the children playing and the jogging steps from around the park seemed to be the only sound apart from the heartbeat of both Haven and Alexis. Haven and Alexis sat across from each other, their gazes locked. Time seemed to stand still as they simply were, their presence filling the space with a quiet intensity. Haven's heart pounded in his chest. Heโd never felt this way about anyone before. It was as if he was seeing her for the first time, every detail, every nuance, striking him with a fresh sense of wonder. Her eyes, a deep, captivating brown, held a universe of emotions. He could get lost in them for hours, exploring the depths of her soul. Alexis, too, was lost in the moment. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a comforting familiarity that she hadnโt experienced in a long time. Havenโs gaze was steady and kind, a stark contrast to the chaos that often surrounded her. In his eyes, she saw acceptance, understanding, and
Haven's throat was fixed. He knew precisely what she meantโhow they had both lost themselves in the splits and cleft of their fizzled marriage, getting to be individuals they didnโt recognize. "Do you ever think," he said, his voice scarcely capable of being heard, "about what us?" Alexis gave him a sidelong look, her expression softening. "All the time." They fell into a pensive quiet, the kind that comes as it were when two individuals share a history as well complicated for words. "I think," Alexis began gradually, "we were trying so hard to be what we thought the other needed that we overlooked to be ourselves." Haven gestured, her words resounding deeply. "No doubt. I thought I had to be this culminating supplier, continuously solid, continuously in control. But I wasn't truly letting you in. I see that now." "And I kept trying to be this perfect spouse," Alexis included with a little, self-deprecating snicker. "I needed to demonstrate that I was enough, that I coul
Alexis let out a little, severe giggle. โI never stopped caring, Haven. Thatโs the problem.โ The genuineness in her voice cut through him like a knife, more sharp than any offended she may have tossed his way. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. โIf you never stopped caring, why did you leave?โ She hesitated, her expression tormented. โBecause I was tired of waiting for you to choose me.โ Haven felt the air leaving his lungs as if she had punched him. โWhat are you talking about? I was continuously there.โ โYou were physically there,โ Alexis whispered, โbut your heart was someplace else. Continuously working, continuously building. I needed more than that.โ He closed his eyes, blaming wrapping around him like chains. He had worked himself to the bone to donate them both a great life, believing it would be enough. But in the process, he had missed the foremost vital thingโher. โI thought I was doing it for us,โ he said, his voice overwhelming with lament.
A minute, the walls around her heart trembling but not very falling. Perhaps, just perhaps, she might take another step. โYeah,โ she said unobtrusively. โI think I do.โ Haven leaned back in his leather chair, checking the numbers on his laptop screen with a tired but fulfilled smile. Business was good, better than ever, in reality. Growing his firm had been one of the most risky choices of his life, but the payoff had surpassed his expectations. However, even in the midst of his proficient victory, a gloomy hurt remained underneath the surface, one that wasnโt so effortlessly relieved by benefits and development charts. He tapped a number of keys to distract himself and ran a hand down his face. He had a whole lot to do on his plate for the upcoming investors meeting that could serve as a major boost for the future of his company. His company that suffered a downgrade after the divorce with Alexis was slowly getting recognized and becoming a better version of itself.Outside the wide
She moved awkwardly in her seat, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. โItโs easier that way. In case you donโt expect anything, you canโt get hurt.โ Dr. Patel inclined forward marginally, her hands resting on the armrests of her chair. โIt sounds like youโve built walls around yourself to secure against dissatisfaction. But those walls also make it difficult for people to associate with you, don't they?โ Alexis collapsed her arms firmly over her chest. โYeah, well. itโs not like anyoneโs trying that hard, anyway.โ โDo you think thatโs true?โ Dr. Patel inquired tenderly. โOr is that something you tell yourself since it feels safer?โ Alexis looked absent, jaw fixing. โWhat difference does it make? They give up inevitably. Friends, boyfriends. everybody. It continuously happens.โ Dr. Patel let a minute of hush hang between them before she spoke. โTell me about your last relationship.โ Alexis moaned, rubbing her sanctuaries. โDo we have to?โ โI think it could help us learn mor
Alexis giggled, the sound light and free. For the first time in a long time, she felt confident. โMaybe,โ she said, looking at him, โbut possibly itโs worth the risk.โ Havenโs grin mollified, and in that minute, something moved between themโsomething inconspicuous but irrefutable. As the night wore on and the wine vanished, they found themselves closer than ever before, their chuckling blending within the warm glow of the room. And for the first time since her engagement ended, Alexis allowed herself to accept the plausibility of love againโnot the perfect, fairy-tale kind, but the chaotic, complicated, genuine kind. And sitting there with Haven, she realized that perhaps, just perhaps, she was precisely where she was meant to be.The cool night air brushed against Alexisโs skin as she strolled down the quiet street. Sheโd left Havenโs place a little later than sheโd planned, but the lingering warmth of the evening was a welcome change from the usual rush.A sense of peace washed
Alexis didnโt drag her hand away, but she looked down at the ring once more, her lips squeezing into a lean line. โWhy does it feel like Iโve been left with nothing?โ โBecause shock could be a thief,โ Haven said delicately. โIt takes more than just the person, it takes your sense of worth with it. But thatโs a lie. You still have all of you, Alexis.โ For a long minute, neither of them talked. The hum of discussion and clinking glasses filled the hush between them, a foundation clamour to the turmoil whirling in Alexisโs mind. Haven gave her hand a soft touch. โLetโs get out of here. This place isnโt precisely built for healing.โ Alexis wavered but at that point nodded, thankful for the life saver he was proposed to. They ended up at Havenโs flat, the air thick with the comforting fragrance of coffee and cinnamon candles. Alexis twisted up on the couch, holding a warm mug between her hands while Haven sat over from her, his expression open and understanding. โItโs not just Mat
Alexis yanked her arm free, dazzling at him. โNo, Matthew. You had your chance, and you blew it. I deserve way better than this.โ Matthewโs shoulders dropped back. For a moment, the sound between them was the murmur of the TV. โWhere did you indeed meet Deborah?โ Alexis inquired intensely, incapable of stopping herself. Matthew moaned intensely. โSheโs an old friend from college. She got into a few financial inconveniences, and I thought I might help.โ His voice trailed off, as if indeed he realized how lamentable the pardon sounded. Alexis shook her head in disbelief. โUnbelievable. You bet with our future for some lady from your past.โ She turned and walked toward the door, her heart overwhelming but unfaltering. She had gone through for so long disregarding the signs, trusting Matthew would be the man he imagined to be. But presently, she saw the truth clearly, he had never been that man. โAlexis, please!โ Matthew called after her, his voice splitting with edginess. โDonโt le