Marie’s heart was pounding as she stared at Aaron, expecting him to turn to face her and ask why. But Aaron continued to move. He persisted and did not reduce speed.He moved quickly, but his back was stiff. When they got to the door, he held it open for her, but his jaw was clenched, and his eyes were still focused forward.“We are late,” He said curtly as if that clarified everything.” Go out.”Marie's chest became constricted. The distance was there once more—the chilly temperature. Still following him, still surprised, she went outside. Did she say or do something that caused the change overnight, or did she misinterpret every moment between them? She followed him while keeping an eye on the back of his as he took deliberate, quick, and long steps.It crossed her mind that he might have cut her off because of something that had happened, but she was unaware of it. Her thoughts were disrupted when Susann walked alongside Aaron, catching up to them.She stated in her typically comp
Marie bit her lip, fighting the frustration that was growing inside her. She wanted to question him about his behavior and why, after everything they had discussed, he had abruptly distanced himself. She was unable to ask because the words felt stuck in her throat.She was careful not to exacerbate the situation. She became increasingly irate as the minutes passed. The silence was intolerable. She was confused by what had happened.The memory of the warmth between them the night before when everything had felt so right only made the present more painful. What had she done to deserve this coldness? Why was he acting this way? In what way was he able to simply cut her off? She looked at Aaron once more, but he ignored her. He didn’t even turn to face her. While he drove, she could see his clenched jaw and focused face, but there was no warmth or connection.Just a detached icy concentration on the path ahead.With her voice barely audible over the hum of the engine, Marie muttered, “wh
They reached the entrance of the building, and Aaron stepped inside without a second glance at Marie. She observed him in, glancing over her shoulder to peer at Susann walking in at the back of her, looking just as impartial as Aaron. Marie felt a pang of jealousy. Susann appeared to understand exactly how to handle Aaron’s coldness, while Marie felt like she changed into wholly lost.Why the hell was he giving her a cold reception?They walked into the big assembly room, where numerous shareholders had already been waiting. The room became full of an irritating, expert atmosphere. Marie felt small and out of place, standing in the back of the room at the same time as Aaron took his seat at the top of the table. He right away started talking about enterprise, his voice consistent and commanding as he went over the figures and strategies.Marie watched him with a mixture of admiration and frustration. This became the man she had seen the nighttime earlier than—sturdy, assured, and deci
As quickly as the last shareholder walked out, Marie didn’t wait for Aaron. She drove her chair back and stood up quickly, feeling a rush of hysteria. She couldn’t sit down there anymore or live in the cold room packed with unstated tension. She didn’t need to make it worse by means of lingering. She didn’t need to force herself on him.Without a glance at everyone else, she walked out of the room. Her footsteps echoed inside the hallway, everyone louder than the final. Her coronary heart beat quicker as she moved, and her thoughts had been scattered. Why is Aaron performing like this? What had passed off? Why had he pulled far away from her so unexpectedly?She drove those thoughts apart as she moved towards their workplace. It was less complicated to keep on foot and moving than to sit down in that silence and attempt to make sense of all of it. However, as quickly as she stepped into the office, the stress in her chest elevated. There was no escaping this. There was no escaping the
Aaron cleared his throat. There was a small sound in the silence. He stepped again and commenced to stroll away, but Marie wasn’t equipped to allow him to move. She wasn't going to allow him to shut her out once more, not without some answers.She jumped and blocked his way, standing before him, her eyes flitting over his face and looking for some sign of the man she thought she knew.Aaron froze, his back nonetheless to her. He didn’t flip, didn’t examine her.She took a deep breath. “Aaron, ” she stated, softer than she wanted to, “I want you to tell me something. ” Her eyes stayed fixed at the return of his head, but he didn’t circulate. “One minute you’re sweet to me, you’re apologizing and maintaining me close. And the following minute, you’re distant, bloodless even. What is it? Why are you doing this? ”Aaron tensed; however, he didn’t flip to stand her. He took a step back as if to position the distance between them, even though there was already so much between them. His shou
“I need to know here and now. Do you love me or not, or is this just a settlement we both signed?” Marie’s voice shook as she repeated the query, her chest tight with emotion. The phrases felt heavy as they left her lips, however, she couldn’t take them back. She needed to know, and he or she couldn’t wait anymore.She watched Aaron closely, her breath caught in her throat, watching for a solution that seemed not possible to get. He again still grew to become her, and the silence between them felt thick and suffocating. Time seemed to stretch on for all time, each second dragging as she waited for him to talk.Aaron didn’t say anything. He stood nonetheless, as though frozen in location, now not even turning to observe her. Marie’s coronary heart pounded in her chest, and her arms trembled as she attempted to hold herself together.The silence grew insufferable. The handiest sound in the room became the gentle sound of their breathing and the clock ticking within the heritage. Marie o
Marie and Aaron each froze after they noticed Howard standing in the doorway. Neither of them had predicted him to be there, and for a split 2nd, they stared at him in wonder. The anxiety within the room was thick, and both of them felt it right away.Howard stepped internal, and without missing a beat, he requested once more, his voice calm but company. "What’s going on right here?"Aaron quickly came to him, his posture moving as if trying to make matters appear normal. "It’s just a little confrontation, Dad. Not anything extreme," Aaron said, his tone looking to downplay the whole lot.Marie stood still, her heart racing. She knew Aaron changed into looking to make it sound like love wasn't a large deal, but she wasn’t certain if he was doing it for Howard or himself. She couldn’t have a look at both of them; her gaze dropped to the ground as the tears she was looking to disguise threatened to fall once more.Howard didn’t appear satisfied. His eyes moved from Aaron to Marie, his g
Hours had passed since Howard’s sudden go, however, Aaron nonetheless sat alone in his office, the room silent except for the smooth hum of the air-conditioner. He stared at the office work on his desk, but his mind wasn’t on the duties in front of him.His thoughts wandered to what Susann had advised; she knew what was best for him, but now he was doubtful if she was right about Marie.Susann had made it clear that Marie had become a distraction. She stated it quietly, almost as though she didn’t need to harm him, but the phrases nonetheless stung. Marie, a distraction. How should she be that, whilst she had been the only one to face him, the one who was there through the whole lot, even if he were distant and cold?Aaron's arms gripped the edge of his desk, he knew that his marriage to Marie had complicated the whole lot.He changed into sooner or later taking complete control of the organization, something he had been operating towards for so long, and yet, everything felt so diffi
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