Marie’s eyes fluttered open; she turned and was hit with a sharp, throbbing pain in her head. She winced, elevating a hand to her forehead, looking to block out the pain. Her surroundings were unusual, the white walls and the odor of antiseptic hitting hersenses. It took a moment for her to realise where she was. She was in a hospital room.She attempted to sit up straight, but the ache in her head simplygrew worse, and she lay going into reverse, respiration closely. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to make sense of the whole lot. The tender hum of machines and the faint sound of footsteps outdoors had been the best noises she may have wanted to listen to.Then, recollections rushed into her head as if a transfer had just been flipped. The image of Aaron being hit with the truck, the sound of the effect, his blood on the road—the whole lot came flooding back, and panic rose in her chest. Her breath stuck in her throat as she whispered, “Aaron!”She got up on the mattress, igno
“She’s my wife, and I love her with the whole of me.” Aaron’s voice becomes clean, full of conviction.Marie just stood outside the door, iced up. His phrases had been like a lifeline thrown to her in a sea of uncertainty, a lifeline she hadn’t recognised she wanted until that second.Her heart warmed, and she felt a rush of emotions. Her mind screamed at her to leave, to let him have this second with Howard, but the door creaked barely beneath the stress of her stillness.Aaron and Howard glanced up at the sound, their attention now on the door. Marie’s heart raced in her chest as she realized she had no choice. She had been stuck eavesdropping. With a smooth exhale, she pushed the door open fully.As soon as Aaron saw her, his face changed. His concern for her changed into seeing the warm temperature in his eyes blended with the worry he continually carried for her. He sat up a bit straighter in the bed, his bandaged head making him appear fragile, extra susceptible than she had eve
Marie’s heart skipped a beat whilst Aaron lightly pulled her closer. Her breath caught in her throat as he leaned in, his eyes tender, his face packed with something she hadn’t seen visible before — pure vulnerability. It wasn’t like the closing time, when everything was rushed and filled with so many unspoken things among them. This time, it became unique.Aaron’s lips met hers slowly, tenderly. The kiss becomes gentle and unhurried, full of warmth and longing. For a second, it felt like time had stopped. All of the chaos, all the pain, the misunderstandings — everything dwindled. All that mattered in that second was the feeling of his lips towards hers and the tenderness he became showing her.Marie was surprised in the beginning. She had never predicted this, in no way an idea that when the whole lot they had been through, they might come so far. But as she felt the burden of his kiss, the sincerity of it, she kissed him back, her fingers trembling as they reached as much as hold h
The next day, Marie and Aaron were discharged from the hospital. Aaron’s head was still bandaged, however, it seemed like he was recuperating. As they left the hospital, Susann stood by, her face showing signs of worry. She had helped them pack their things, and as they stood at the doorway of the hospital, she excused herself, giving the couple a few areas.“I’ll take a look at it later,” Susann stated softly before leaving.Marie gave her a small smile and a nod. “Thank you, Susann. We’ll be okay.”When they got into the car, Aaron’s hand found Marie’s, and for the time in a protracted at the same time as they held arms with no limitations between them. It felt natural, comforting.As they arrived home, Aaron’s steps were slower than usual, but he became determined. Marie helped him to the door and opened it for him. “I don’t need to be alone in my room,” Aaron said, his voice low, nearly hesitant.Marie turned to him, amazed. “But you need relaxation,” she said lightly, her voice
Marie and Aaron lay in each other's arms, and the world outside the room appeared some distance away. He wrapped his arms around her as if not wanting to ever let her go, and she pressed herself against him.For the first time in a long time, she felt at peace. She felt that the burden of the whole world which has been troubling her have been lifted up her shoulders, the questions and all the uncertainties seemed to fade into space. At this moment, it becomes just the two of them.As they lay there inside the quiet, the gentle knock at the door broke the stillness. Marie quickly sat up, startled by the sound of the door. She grabbed the blanket, pulling it over her shoulders, and started to get up. But before she could flow too far, Aaron’s hand gently grabbed her arm, pulling her go in reverse into his chest."Permit’s me to live like this," Aaron whispered, his voice low, however firm. "It does not matter who’s on the door."Marie paused, nevertheless feeling surprised at how effort
Howard sat alone in his office, the heavy silence surrounding him. His huge desk, cluttered with papers and a tumbler of whisky, appeared to feature the oppressive environment. He became misplaced in notion, staring into space, his thoughts racing through the activities of the past few days.His arms tightened around the glass, his grip tight with frustration. He had suspected for some time that something had changed. He had watched his son, seen the way Aaron had acted around Marie, and it didn’t sit down properly with him. There was something about her that didn’t appear proper. And that worried him.His son had usually been focused, determined, and particular. But with Marie within the image, Aaron regarded it as distracted, remote. He had to understand more.That’s whilst Howard had come up with the plan. He had arranged for the staged twist of fate, the truck incident. It became speculated to be a manner to test Marie, to peer how she could react below pressure, to look if she tu
Marie slowly woke up, her eyes fluttering open to see Aaron staring down at her. She blinked, startled to discover him so near. His face was soft, his eyes packed with warmth and something else she couldn't quite place."Good morning," Aaron stated, his voice calm, a mild smile on his face.Marie's heart skipped a beat, but she frowned barely, still a piece pressured. "Why have you been staring at me?" she requested, her voice a little shaky.Aaron chuckled softly, the sound comforting. "I wasn't staring," he stated. "I was just... thinking about how stunning you look."Marie's cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away, feeling a touch embarrassed. She had constantly regarded Aaron as appealing, but listening to him say something like that made her heart race in a way she wasn't equipped for. She had so many blended feelings after everything that had happened: the coincidence, the anxiety between them, and all the matters left unsaid.Aaron appeared to experience the shift in her mo
Aaron reached out and gently took Marie's hand. She felt a warmth spread through her at the easy touch. She smiled up at him, feeling her heart flutter only a little.They strolled down the park path, their footsteps light on the gentle grass. Aaron's hand felt robust in hers, and as they walked, she couldn't help but glance at him sometimes.He came on foot beside her, his gaze ahead but comfy. For once, he didn't seem like he had the burden of the whole world on his shoulders.Marie squeezed his hand lightly, and Aaron glanced down at her with a small smile. "What's on your mind?" he asked, his voice calm."I'm just satisfied," she said softly, smiling back at him. "It's exceptional to just be right here with you.” No rush, no pressure, just taking walks.""It's been some time considering the fact that we had a peaceful moment like this.""Aaron," she started carefully, "what is up with your father? Have you observed him suspect something? Above us?"Aaron's expression shifted just
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
The bathroom door gently closed behind Marie, leaving the sunroom empty except for Aaron and Susann. Once brimming with the warmth of conversation, the room felt suddenly too heavy and too quiet.Aaron took a seat slowly and raked his hand through his hair as his mind raced through the quiet room.At first, Susann’s expression was unreadable as she studied him without saying anything. The weight of the unsaid words that hung in the air caused the silence between them to grow longer. Even though Aaron's face was composed as he met her gaze, a sense of tension persisted.Susann finally spoke, her tone firm but quiet. “What do you think you're doing?" With a steady but slightly uncertain tone, he questioned, “What do you mean?”Her eyes narrowed slightly as she examined him, and she exhaled a soft, controlled breath. She spoke slowly and measuredly as if she were carefully weighing each word, “Marie is pregnant. I also know you're worried about her. However, you have to realize the ser
With tea mugs in hand, Marie and Susann settled into the cozy cushions of the wicker sofa inside, but the serene setting did little to relieve the knot of anxiety that was weighing heavily on Marie's chest.Even though the room was lovely and the morning was warm, she couldn’t get rid of the dread that had been with her since her nightmare.“Marie, you've been incredibly quiet since yesterday”, she said quietly in a steady, calm voice. “I understand that your nightmare must have been upsetting, but I can't help but wonder if you're keeping something else from me. You know you can speak with me?”After placing her tea on the table before them and taking a deep breath, Marie looked out the window. Eyes tired, she turned back to Susann. “It goes beyond the nightmare. It is everything. I am just too tired of everything that is happening. I’m not certain that I can stop it.” Susann's face became softer. She reassured Marie by reaching out and placing a firm yet gentle hand on hers. “I k