로그인{Third person's pov}Maya looked through the living room window as a familiar black Rolls-Royce pulled into her driveway.She sighed quietly. "It didn't even take him two hours."Natasha, curled up on the sofa with a mug of untouched tea, looked toward the window. "He shouldn't have come."Maya gave her a knowing smile. "He was always going to."A moment later, the doorbell rang and Maya glanced at Natasha. "Do you want me to tell him you're not here?"Natasha lowered her eyes. "...No."Maya nodded before walking to the front door and as soon as she opened it, Ethan stood there.His tie was gone and the sleeves of his white shirt were rolled up, his hair was slightly messy, as though he'd run his hands through it countless times.Most noticeable of all... His eyes were red. "I know she's here."Maya folded her arms. "She is.""Can I see her?" Maya studied him for a long moment."If you're here to continue the argument, you can leave.""I'm not... I'm here because I hurt my wife." Maya
{Third person's pov}The mansion had never felt so quiet.Usually, mornings in the Ramos household began with laughter over breakfast.Today... Silence echoed through every hallway.Ethan hadn't slept, every time he closed his eyes, he saw Natasha walking away from him the previous night.He had replayed the conversation a hundred times, he wished he could take back his words not because they weren't true... But because of how much they had hurt her.The aroma of freshly brewed coffee drifted through the kitchen.Natasha stood by the counter in one of Ethan's oversized shirts, quietly preparing breakfast.Dark circles rested beneath her eyes, she hadn't slept either, she heard footsteps behind her and she knew exactly who it was. "Good morning, Sunshine..."His voice was cautious, she didn't answer. Instead, she continued slicing fruit and Ethan slowly walked closer."Natasha..."Still no response, he reached for her wrist and she gently but firmly pulled it away.His heart sank. "I j
{Third person's pov}Several hours later... The golden rays of the evening sun filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom.Natasha stirred first and she smiled the moment she felt Ethan's arm securely wrapped around her waist.Carefully, so she wouldn't wake him, she turned to face him, he looked peaceful.The tension that had weighed on his face for months had finally eased and she gently traced the faint stubble along his jaw with the tip of her finger."I love you," she whispered so softly that she wasn't sure he could even hear it.A small smile tugged at his lips. "I heard that."She gasped playfully. "You were awake?""I am now." His eyes slowly opened, filled with the familiar warmth that always made her heart race."How long have you been staring at me?"She pretended to think. "Long enough to decide you're still very handsome."He chuckled. "Only 'very'?""The most handsome." She said and he smiled. "Better."He leaned forward and placed a gentle ki
{Third person's pov}Monday morning at Ramos Media was as hectic as ever, employees hurried through the hallways with files in their hands while assistants prepared for one of the company's biggest meetings of the quarter.A new international investor was visiting, rumor had it she was one of the wealthiest businesswomen in Europe.Natasha had arrived an hour earlier for a campaign meeting of her own, she smiled at the employees who greeted her before stepping into the elevator.Just as the doors were about to close... "Mrs. Ramos!"She turned around and It was one of Ethan's secretaries.."Good morning.".Natasha smiled.."Good morning."The secretary hesitated.."There is... something you should know."Natasha frowned. "What happened?"The woman lowered her voice. "The new investor...""What about her?" Natasha asked. "She has been... rather interested in Mr. Ramos."Natasha blinked. "Interested?"The secretary nodded awkwardly. "I was serving coffee during the meeting and she kept comp
{Third person's pov}Natasha and Ethan walked inside their room and he locked the room's door. Natasha immediately turned towards him and coiled her hands around his neck.He smiled warmly and coiled his hands around her waist. "What does my wife want?" he asked and she chuckled."You, your affection, your touch... husband." She replied and he picked her up immediately making her coil her legs around his waist.He gently pushed her against the wall in order to support her weight and then without any delay he joined their lips into a soft kiss. She smiled between the kiss and tried to match his pace, but ofcourse he was way wilder and faster than her. With his hands he started unzipping her dress and slid it down, revealing her soft boobs. She bit her lips as he carried her towards the bed and gently placed her on the bed. He gently kissed and bit her neck, leaving red and purple marks all over it and then he trained the kisses all the way down to her collar bone, cleavage and fina
{Third person's pov}Two Months Later... Life had slowly begun to find its rhythm again.The nightmares hadn't disappeared completely, some nights Ethan still woke up in a cold sweat and some mornings he still fell silent when a memory resurfaced.But now... He wasn't fighting those battles alone, Natasha was there, always and somehow, that made every day a little easier than the last.Ramos Media was thriving once again and the scandal surrounding Richard Ramos had faded from the headlines.The company had recovered, Ethan had returned to work and his smile wasn't as rare anymore.His laughter echoed through the mansion again and for the first time in years... He looked at peace.Natasha, on the other hand... Had been busier than ever, magazine covers, luxury campaigns and international fashion houses.Her calendar was packed for months yet somehow... She never forgot to have breakfast with Ethan, never forgot their nightly movie dates and never forgot to kiss him goodbye before leav
{Third person's pov}She took a deep breath and nodded, "Okay." For some reason, Ethan looked relieved.He grabbed his keys from the table and then looked back at her, "Come on."The two walked through the quiet hallways of the estate, neither of them spoke much, Natasha still wasn't used to this v
{Third person's pov}If Evan had come home angry, slammed doors, shouted, Natasha would have known exactly what it was.Instead, he smiled. He brought her coffee the next morning. He kissed her forehead before leaving.He asked how she slept. And somehow, that felt worse.But wasn't it his habit? H
{Third person's pov}Evan didn’t slow down as he walked. Natasha followed, her steps quieter against the polished floor, her awareness sharper than before. His hand brushed briefly against her back as they entered the elevator, light, controlled.“Stay close,” he said as the doors closed. Silence p
{Third person's pov}The apartment felt different when she came back.Not quieter, just… heavier.Natasha slipped off her heels near the door, the faint echo of the party still clinging to her skin, her hair, the fabric of the dress she hadn’t changed out of. The stain had dried into something dull







