As silent tears streamed down her cheeks, Marie sat in the water closet in the women's restroom. Even in the restroom, she could still feel the oppressive weight of her feelings pressing against her chest even after locking the door. Her nostrils were filled with the sterile smell of soap and bleach, but nothing could make her internal heaviness go away. With trembling fingers, she took out her phone, which flashed seven of Aaron's missed calls. Seven.He was almost comical in his persistence, calling repeatedly as if he were unaware of the actual wall she was erecting between them every second. She gazed at her phone, the tiny blinking alert taunting her."Why are you still calling me? You don't give a shit about me." She thought angrily.The thought tore through her mind like a raging fire. After all, it's a stupid contract. She unlocked the screen and scrolled past his desperate messages, each one more desperate than the last, and her eyes began to well up with tears once more.
Only when the day was over did everyone pack up and leave for home, and the office fell silent. Marie wiped her face.Marie stood before the bathroom mirror for a few more seconds, trying to collect herself. Trying to make sense of the emotions inside her, she shut herself in and allowed the tears to fall. Everything seemed to be crashing down on her: the lies, the anger... everything.She stood before the mirror, staring at his dull reflection. Her eyes were swollen and red, and her face was pale. She stood there for a long time and didn't know when the seconds turned into minutes. She felt empty and broken. She inhaled deeply before leaving the bathroom and moving slowly down the silent corridor. As her steps reverberated, the lights above flickered, creating long shadows.She needed to leave that area, away from everything that had transpired and away from him, but she wasn't even sure where she was going. She froze when she turned the corner and turned to face her office.The do
Marie opened her eyes slowly, squinting against the intense light that flooded the room. Her mind was cloudy, and her head felt heavy as she tried to remember what had happened.She was momentarily confused by her surroundings. It was not her room—not the plush sheets under her, not the strange smell in the air. She froze; she was in Aaron's room. Aaron had her lying in his bed. She also realised that her clothes were different from what she had previously worn.The sleeves of his loose, too-large clothing hung over her hands. She looked around, trying to make sense of the situation, and sat up quickly, her heart thumping in her chest.Aaron had his back to her, his attention elsewhere. She heard a cup clinking softly. The sound she recognised was the stirring of coffee. Aaron’s voice was flat when he said."You're awake." l wish I had lacked the worry that had been present the previous evening.The fact that she had just regained consciousness didn't seem to surprise him or concern h
Marie tried to stop her mind from racing as she stood in front of the bathroom mirror, her hands hovering over the chilly porcelain sink. Her mental storm had not been much calmed by the shower. She was angry at Aaron but she felt empty inside as if her rage wasn't enough to make up for the emptiness he had created. She gathered herself and wiped a stray tear from the corner of her eye with a tired sigh. No more giving in.She couldn't afford to show him how much he meant to her. Not at this time. Before heading downstairs, she changed swiftly into a dress that was simple but elegant. The silence of the morning shrouded her in an eerie silence in the house.Aaron was reading the newspaper at the table in front of him, his breakfast still untouched when she got to the dining room. He didn't raise his head when she walked in. With his expression unreadable, he continued to stare at the paper.He seemed unconcerned that she had just walked into the dining room. Only the rustle of the ne
The ride to the company was uncomfortable. Neither of them spoke, maintaining a suffocating silence. The quiet hum of the car's engine seemed more audible than the silence that separated them.Marie gazed out the window and watched the passing landscape. She didn't want to dwell on the kiss, the rage or Aaron's heartless actions. She could practically feel the tension emanating from him, but it was better to concentrate on the city and the things she could not control. Aaron broke the ice when they eventually pulled up to the company. "Wait here," He said in a tone that made it impossible to argue with him as he got out of the car. Marie remained motionless as he strode to the opposite side of the car, opened her door, and extended his hand with a well-honed civility. She hesitated for a second before putting her hand in his. She reminded herself that this was all part of the performance. They made their way through the parking lot, hand in hand, toward the entrance of the company.
The mood changed the moment Aaron's office door closed behind them. Aaron seemed to have not missed a beat because of his quick and deliberate movements. His tone was authoritative as he pointed to the desk before him without pausing. "Come closer", he commanded in a firm tone. "Please take care of this."She saw his eyes skimming the document as he slid a file across the table in her direction, his thoughts already elsewhere.“That’s easy. Make the required adjustments and adhere to the guidelines provided here. "Not daring to question his tone, Marie approached him with deliberate steps. As she positioned herself next to him, she could feel the cool edge of his desk at her fingertips and the suddenly thick air between them.She pretended to be focused on the task as she looked down at the file, but she could feel Aaron's presence pressing down on her. He drew her in with his masculine scent, a mix of pricey cologne and something more profound—something that was definitely him.Inv
Aaron left for his meeting, leaving Marie alone in his office's silent emptiness as the minutes dragged on. The only noises in the room were the air conditioner's hum, the faint rustle of papers, and the sporadic click of the wall clock.Because he was no longer there, the atmosphere in the room felt sterile and businesslike. Aaron had left a mess, and Marie glanced around. The desk was strewn with files, some open and some forgotten.Several coffee cups rest on the desk's edges, half-drunk and cold, and the inbox is bursting with unread emails. Aaron had been too preoccupied to clean up after himself as usual, so he left everything to someone else.That someone, of course, was Marie. She sighed, rolled up her sleeves, and went to work. The task didn't bother her; it was a minor aspect of her work. She disposed of the empty cups, organized the papers, and filed them neatly.She kept thinking about their time together before he left. When she was standing next to him, the way his body
Marie's heart pounded in her chest. She dared not turn around and give him a look. In anticipation of his next move, her body stayed motionless. He was too close, and even though she wanted to keep her calm, she felt a wave of heat wash over her cheeks.She was caught in the intense tension of the moment and stood motionless, uncertain of what to do next. There seemed to be a crackle of electricity in the air between them.With her thoughts dispersed, Marie's mind raced. The intimacy and the sensation of his body against hers felt utterly different from anything they had experienced together in years, she had to admit.The easy, carefree affection they had once shared was gone. It felt heavy now, full of memories they both wanted to forget, unresolved feelings and unsaid emotions. And yet once more, they found themselves standing this close together, the silence bearing down on them. It seemed there was no longer any world outside of the office. It appeared that only the breath that
Marie felt sick to her stomach when she woke up. The dull ache throbbed through her body, and she moaned as she slowly sat up. A reassuring gesture that had always calmed her hands automatically went to her stomach bump, but today it didn't help. It felt strange.Susann, who had been sitting close by, saw her stir and hurried over to join her. She put a delicate hand on Marie's arm while her eyes were worried.She said in a worried tone, “How are you feeling?” Marie swallowed forcefully, attempting to ignore the vertigo that was weighing her down. “Not great”, she muttered in a feeble voice. “I feel... unwell. What happened, and why am I here?” A stray hair fell from Marie’s forehead, and Susann’s face softened. Her eyes were full of sympathy as she said softly, “You passed out in the kitchen, remember? We have you here to recuperate. You were not doing well.”Susann went on using a steady but worried tone. “You have food poisoning," the doctor had said. He prescribed medication to
The only sounds in the bedroom were Marie's steady breathing and the slight hum of the rain hitting the windows. Although the storm outside had subsided, Aaron's inner turmoil persisted, growing more intense in quiet than ever before. He sat next to her, staring at her sleeping form with his fingers loosely laced together and his elbows resting on his knees. Slow, shallow breaths caused Marie's chest to rise and fall as she lay motionless. She no longer had the flush of pain that had hit her earlier; instead, she was paler and had a faint gleam of perspiration on her forehead.With a slight parting of her lips, her dark lashes spread out like shadows across her cheeks. She appeared to be the only thing that was pure in the midst of all this chaos, even now after everything had happened. Aaron couldn't take his eyes off it.He felt a sharp aching pulse of relief in his chest. She didn't get hurt. Despite the doctor's conclusion that she wasn't expecting the baby anytime soon, the baby
Aaron’s heart pounded in his chest as he ran down the hallway, barely registering the sound of the mansion's front door slamming shut. He had been torn like a lightning strike by Susann's emergency call, and his mind was racing with the worst-case scenarios. He whispered to himself, “Marie…” as he pushed open the master bedroom door.His gaze instantly fell on her. Her body, pale and limp against the soft white sheets, was still unconscious. Her skin had a thin coating of perspiration. As he knelt next to her and gently brushed a damp lock of hair away from her face, his heart lurched.His voice was tight just above a whisper as he asked, “Is she okay?” Susann stood next to him with her arms crossed over her chest. Her face was pale, and she had worried eyes. “Aaron, the doctor is en route. He'll understand what's happening.”Aaron took some time to respond. He kept his gaze on Marie, observing her chest's gradual rise and fall. He had a nagging suspicion that something was wrong...
Susann's silk robe was pulled tight around her as she made her way through the dim hallways to the kitchen. There was an eerie calm about the mansion tonight that made her chest tighten with something she couldn't replace.Although she didn't know what had gone wrong earlier, she had a feeling. There was an oppressive silence as if a storm had swept through the house. Just in time to hear the scream, she arrived at the kitchen hallway.It was like a blade cutting through the air. High. Angular. Identifiable.Marie.Susann's breath caught in her chest as she froze at the doorway. The tray she was carrying clattered noisily to the floor, broken by the impact of the porcelain. Her hands suddenly pushed open the kitchen doors with a violent lurch of her heart.Her heart raced with cold panic at what she saw. Marie lay on the floor, her hands gripping her stomach as she fell close to the counter. Now every breath she took caused her baby bump's gentle curve to heave.Sweat was dripping fro
It was too silent in the mansion. The cold tiles beneath Marie’s feet grounded her more than she liked as she padded down the hallway. Aaron's words kept repeating in her mind, and she had her arms crossed tightly across her chest, more out of nervousness than cold.She had to do something before the weight in her chest got too much. She turned on the warm lights above and walked to the kitchen. The room was immaculate—a pristine shell concealing the decay underneath—because it was cleaned every day just like the rest of the house, not because anyone used it.Reaching over to the counter, Marie filled the kettle. To her senses, the sound of the running water was like static. After gently putting the kettle back down, she leaned both palms on the counter's edge and let out a slow exhale.I was described as a distraction. The memory made her stomach churn. Aaron had expressed his anger in a very quiet way, but there had also been a wounded and dangerous look in his eyes. When he decla
The far-off crash sounded like a gunshot in the middle of the night, echoing down the hallway. When Marie heard the muffled sound of wood splintering, she had just arrived at the end of the hallway. Her fingers tightened around the folds of her robe as she stopped, her breath caught in her chest.There was silence after another thud. A tense rather than peaceful silence filled Aaron. She made no hesitation. Turning on her heel, she rushed down the corridor. When she arrived at his room, her bare feet hardly made a sound on the marble floors. Her hand hovered over the doorknob as she paused at it.A shiver went down her back. She gave a soft knock. “Aaron?” Not responding. Slowly opening the door, she saw the chair near the far wall broken in two.“Aaron?” she repeated a little softer this time as she entered and shut the door.He didn't move right away. His fists were clenched at his sides, his head was slightly bowed, and his shoulders were tense. Papers scattered on the floor, a br
With such force that the walls shook, Aaron rushed into his room and slammed the door shut behind him. Through the void of the enormous mansion, the sound reverberated like thunder.He was pacing with his shoulders stiff and his fingers twitching at his sides as if they were searching for something to rip apart as soon as the lock clicked into position. He had his jaw clenched, his teeth grinding in unspoken rage. He felt angry—an unstoppable storm. The lamp by his bed flickered from the disturbance in the air as if even the light itself was uncertain whether to remain, and the shadows in the room seemed to grow longer with each step he took. The oak bookshelves, the velvet curtains and the chilly steel-framed pictures of people posing as a family all seemed to belong to him. Howard. Aaron was furious, and his footsteps echoed his anger like war drums on the hardwood floor. No longer was his heart thumping in his chest out of fear. That had long since burned out. Now he sensed somet
Aaron’s breath came in sharp, ragged bursts as he strode through the long dark hallway, his steps heavy. His father's remarks were reverberating in his mind like a vicious taunt, and he was consumed by a storm of rage. “You’re nothing without me.”. . . His knuckles turned white as his fists clenched so tightly his nails digging into his palms. It seemed as though the mansion itself was attempting to ensnare him in its ruthless, frigid clutches because the air around him was heavy and oppressive.He was hardly aware of the dim glow of the wall sconces as the hall stretched out in front of him with dark wooden panels reflecting it. He could hear and feel nothing but his own rage hammering unrelentingly.He could still hear his father's voice in his ears. . . “You’re toying with me.” With a start, he halted his boots scuffing the shiny floor. His chest was heaving, and his breath was harsh as he struggled to maintain his balance. Tonight his father had said far too many things, but th
The smell of whiskey filled the dimly lit study, clouding the space with a strong, almost oppressive odor. Howard sat behind his desk, he swirled the amber liquid in his glass while staring into the depths of the drink.A firm and pointed knock was heard on the door.Howard called “Come in” in a steady, low voice that showed no signs of the storm that was building inside.Aaron entered as the door squeaked open. His stance was straight, his face tight with annoyance, and he stood tall. Howard closely observed him, his keen eyes scrutinizing each nuance and facial movement. Aaron was very much a reflection of himself; he was obstinate, strong-willed and self-destructive.“Aaron, sit. We must have a conversation.” Aaron, however, did not move. His body was tense as he stood there staring at Howard’s face. His voice was tight as he said. “I'm not here to sit. I'm here to know why you called me.”The corner of Howard’s mouth curled into a thin smile as he raised an eyebrow. Savoring the