Years after Iris betrayed her husband, Triston, the couple remains together only to maintain the appearance of a marriage that has long since crumbled. Living under the same roof as strangers, they navigate a hollow partnership built on old wounds, lost love, and the quiet ache of what once was.
View MoreSpring was in full force, shining in through my bedroom window.
I stared out, seeing the tree’s branches wave. It was gorgeous, and although it was so within reach, I felt as if it was never within reach. I reached for the curtain, darkening the room immediately.
My chest fully exhaled. The darkness of the room covered me—just another day in this hellhole. I turned back in the room, even in this dark room, I could make out my bed, a grand king-sized, fully made. Nothing in this house was ever out of place.
I moved to the door, hand gripping the door knob as tightly as possible.
It was always an excruciating pain to go out there. Being in this home was like being in a dungeon, one with plush pillows and expensive art.
I pulled open the door, the lightness of the hallway illuminating my face.
I stepped out, my shoes echoing as I made my way to the stairs. I stared down at them,
“If I fall down them…” I pondered for a moment, “How long would it take for anyone to find me?” My teeth gritted, my hand holding the railing.
“Mrs. Ballard?” The maid's voice brought me back, my eyes shifting to her. “I have already prepared your breakfast, it’s set on the table. Is there anything else I can get you?” I shook my head, “Mr. Ballard should be returning home tonight, shall I prepare a special-”
“No.” I quickly let out, “No special dinner.”
My gaze ran to my feet, “Just make sure the fridge is stocked before you leave today, please.” I looked back up at her, and she didn’t seem at all shocked at anything I said. “But thank you.” I gave her a weak smile before continuing down the stairs.
I sat down at the kitchen table, staring at my breakfast.
“Ha..” My laugh echoed in the dining room. It was already midday, and I was staring at the avocado toast. I think I’ve eaten this same thing every day for a year.
I rolled my head on my shoulder. If I didn’t eat it, she would tell him, and then it would be a nightmare. I plucked it up and took a bite. Bland. Everything tasted so bland now.
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I sat on the ground, my fingers digging into the warm dirt. I had planted peonies this year, they were hard work but still kept me busy. They’ll die and then I will find another flower to take their place.
My head tilted as I heard the roar of a vehicle. I looked over the driveway to my house, seeing the black Cadillac pulling up.
“So early?” I pressed my lips together, seeing our driver exit his side and make way to the front of the door.
I giggled lightly, knowing what it meant. He wasn’t in that car. Of course, he wasn’t; that vampire never showed up here before dark. My attention went back to my garden, my mind carelessly busy as I tilled the soil.
“Mrs. Ballard?” I heard his voice,
“Mr. Ballard is at his office?” I said, “You didn’t have to come all this way to tell me that.” I tossed my garden shovel, my eyes moving up to the older man. I gave him a weak smile before I dusted my hands. I pushed my body to stand-
“MRS. BALLARD?!” I felt our driver's hands gripping the sides of my shoulder, and quickly, I shuddered, focusing on his face.
“What happened?” I asked, his face was in horror,
“You nearly collapsed-” I pushed myself back a little, laughing.
“Oh- don’t you worry.” I forced a smile onto my lips. “I must have tripped.” He wasn’t buying it,” I’m just so clumsy, Mr. Dunn.” I swallowed hard, “I’ll just take myself inside.” I began to walk to the house before I turned my head back. “Don’t tell him, please, I just-” I smiled, “Was a little light-headed.” I walked quickly to my house, trying to shudder myself from his stare.
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I had fallen asleep, groggily, my eyes opened as I stared at the ceiling. My fingers grabbed the side of the bed, and my realization upon grasping the covers.
Alone. I was always alone, so why did I still reach out? I still always reached out. I sat up in bed, eyes moving around the room.
I grabbed my phone next to me, seeing the time. Already, I had slept through another day. My hands moved up to my throat. Dry. Of course it was, all the medication made it dry.
I ripped the covers off, moving from the door and down the stairs. I could hear every step I took as it echoed through this mansion. I made my way to the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out a large water bottle.
I chugged it down, my throat feeling relieved as it ran down the sides of my mouth- I heard a pair of steps stop next to me.
My head turned to the doorway, my eyes large as I ripped the water away from my lips.
He was standing there. His tie was undone, eyes clear as day on me. I felt my stomach drop as his cold gaze ran shivers down my spine.
He was back. I didn’t hear him- not one bit. It couldn’t have been more than a moment, but it felt like a year. His gaze was all but screaming at me. Actually, if he did scream at me, it would be better. It was the utter silence that encompassed us that riddled my mind. Without another word, he turned back and left me. I took a step back, blinking hard as I stared at the floor.
My husband was back.
My heart was pounding so loudly, my ears were ringing. “You shouldn’t be speaking to me,” I told him, He looked irritated by my words. “Has he taken that from you, too? The power to talk to people-” “That's not it.” I shook my head, “You know that-” “Then you don’t want to speak with me? Say that then.” Oliver looked me down, before he took hold of my hand. “Tell me you don’t want to speak with me.” I was frozen in place at his words. “Tell me that and I will never bug you again.” I felt my lips part open, stuck as I tried to make words.I felt a grip take hold of my wrist. My eyes grew even larger in alarm as I turned my head to face him. Triston stood there, jaw clenched, grip growing harder as he yanked me his way. I was sure I would have been nearly thrown across the room, but Triston’s grip remained, holding onto me. Triston now stood between us, his body like a wall. “Don’t ever touch my wife.” His words seemed to be drawn out as the music remained to keep our confront
"I'm fine," I interrupted, my tone sharp. "No reason to do that. People will wonder why –"“If you get sick-”“Then I’ll take the luggage of pills I have. I’ll be fine.” Triston's eyes flicked up for a moment, and I continued, "I will be okay without a doctor –"“And if you collapse again? We’ll ruin Marcus’s day.” He spoke flatly. I always felt like baggage to him. Something he was forced to haul around. “We cannot have that happen.”“And bringing a doctor will prevent that?” I asked, skeptical. “A doctor will only tell you to send me for more tests. I would still have to wait until after the trip for that.” Triston pressed his lips together, his fingers scrolling slowly."You have to keep up with your medication, then. Make sure you do that," he said, his tone firm.-------------------------------------------We arrived at the restaurant, a fancy establishment that Triston had booked exclusively. He exited the car first, then helped me out, his warm hand supporting me as I stood. I
Triston’s face seemed to be deep in thought, his hand stifling the cigarette onto his wooden desk.“Why is he here?” I refrained from a smart comment,“It doesn’t matter.” I reminded him, “He’s here- so get out there.” Triston smiled to himself,“He’s an idiot.” My eyes remained on him. He looked so happy. “Alright, let's go.” He lifted his hand to me. I moved my hand up to take his. His hand was so warm. Blazing hot. Triston stared at me, his brow raised. “Why are you so cold?”“Doesn’t matter.” I led him forward. “Let’s go.”-------------------------------Triston and I walked hand in hand to our living room. At our sight, Marcus stood up.His voice was bubbling, “Triston!” I let go of Triston, allowing him to hug his brother, as I rubbed my hand.“Marcus, what are you doing here?” Triston asked, “I had the driver waiting to take you to your house-”Marcus shook his head. “This is my house.” He exclaimed. “I grew up here!” I smiled at his soft words, “Besides, I need to come see my
I had picked out a few dresses, along with Triston's suits to match. I had that one duty at least.“This is it.” I told the stylist, "If I can have…” I picked up the short emerald dress, “This one for tonight, and-” I pointed at the tan suit, “and this for him.” I smiled, “I’ll need a green tie to match, if you can get that for me?” The man nodded,“Yes, Mrs. Ballard.” I nodded happily with my pickings. I didn’t decorate the house, nothing but my garden, but at least he let me do this one thing.“Shoes?” My finger moved up, “Some heel-”“Mr. Ballard did say that you may not want to do that. Said some sensible flats-”I rolled my eyes, “I’m wearing a short dress, I would like some heels.”A cool voice rang from behind me, “But due to you being sick, we may not want to do that.” I turned my head back. Triston was standing there, his dark coat jacket missing. He looked at the clothes on the hangers. “How about it?” I stared at him.“No. I want to look my best. The doctor herself said I s
I had lain in bed all night, not a wink of sleep in my eyes as I stared at the wall in front of me. A mural of a train station. I hated it—just a reminder of things I couldn’t change. I sighed before leaving my bed. It was undone, but the moment I came out of the restroom, it would be made up as if two people had slept in it.I couldn’t remember even sharing a bed with him.I turned on the bathroom light before getting ready for the day. I slipped on a dress, smoothing back my hair, and returned to my room. As predicted, and like clockwork. Bed made, cup of tea at the side of my bed with my pills and a book for me to read. I moved to the tea, picking it up and drinking. I had started my morning reading when I heard a knock on my door.I froze in place. A knock? That was out of place. More knocks came, as I stood from my seat.“Come in,” I answered. The door opened, and to my surprise, it was our maid. Cathy. I tilted my head to her, “Good morning, what is it?” I asked her.“Morning, M
(Five Years Ago)I pressed my lips tightly,“Iris, don’t smudge that lipstick-” My makeup artist warned me, “I spent over an hour finding that perfect shade!” She yelled back at me.I giggled but nodded in compliance.“Calm down- later on it’ll be smudged to hell and back.” The smaller lady shook her head at me, lowering herself to retouch with a brush.“I expect that after cameras, but two minutes on should not be an issue.” I smiled back at her.“Hey, my boyfriend’s picking me up later,” The makeup artist rolled her eyes,“Yes, Iris, just come see me after we film and I’ll touch you up.”I winked back at her, hopping out of the chair,“And filming here we-” The door behind me opened, my eyes reaching the door. “Triston!” I squeeked, leaping onto him.He was taken aback slightly, but held onto me. I poked my nose against his. “You came, babe!” He chuckled, pushing his head into the side of my head.“HAIR !” My hairstylist screamed out, and Triston pulled back.“Sorry!” He called out
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