INICIAR SESIÓNEMELYIt had been almost a month.A month since the night of Papa’s funeral… and since that same night, something about Alexander had changed.At first, I tried to convince myself it was only in my head. Alex was busy—of course he was. The company was handling a major project. And on top of that, Lorian was pregnant with his child. It was only natural that he would have to go back and forth, checking on her condition.I tried to understand. I really did.But as the days passed, it became harder and harder to keep pretending nothing was wrong.Because the truth was, Alex hardly ever came home anymore. And when he did, it was only briefly sometimes late at night, sometimes just before dawn. And almost always with the same explanation.Lorian needed him. I stood by the bedroom window, gazing out over the quiet yard. My belly, now visibly round, felt heavy as I supported it with one hand.The morning breeze slipped through the curtains, but the chill I felt didn’t come from the air outsid
LORIANThe moment Alex kissed me, a quiet, triumphant laugh bloomed inside my chest. Finally. All the rituals, the patience, the careful steps I’d taken—they’d actually worked. I never imagined it would happen this fast.But I didn’t want him to see how pleased I was, not yet. So I pressed my palms lightly against his chest and eased him back—just enough to create a breath of space. Too weak to really count as resistance.“Alex… what are you doing?”“I’m sorry, Lorian.” His voice came out rough, frayed at the edges. “I can’t hold back anymore.”“Alex, wait—”My protest never finished. His mouth crashed back over mine, hungrier this time, rougher, swallowing whatever words I had left.I let my body yield, sinking backward until my spine met the soft curve of the sofa. My limbs went lax, draped perfectly against the cushions. My left hand drifted up to his chest again, fingers splaying over the crisp fabric of his shirt. I pressed lightly, delicately like I was trying to push him away b
ALEXANDERI stepped out of the funeral hall with my head pounding. My steps felt unsteady—like I’d just woken from a dream that hadn’t fully released me. The hallway lights were too bright, slicing into the small ache pulsing at my temple.The night should’ve been calm. Foggy air, damp breeze quiet enough to help me think. But instead, everything seemed to pull my focus apart. I stopped at the door, trying to draw a deep breath. But every attempt came up short, shallow, unsatisfying.My mind should’ve been on Emely. On her grief. On the responsibility I had as her husband.But somehow all of that felt distant. Blurred. As if I were looking at it through thick glass.One name stood out above everything else.Lorian.My chest tightened. A strange sensation unfurled inside me almost like longing, even though I knew it didn’t make sense. I’d been fine with her earlier. Even relieved when I left.But now, memories of her returned one after another, uncontrollable. Her face. The way she loo
EMELYI closed my eyes for a moment, trying to steady the frantic rhythm of my heartbeat ever since Amira told me the news. Alex… went home first? And without even saying goodbye?I wiped at my cheeks already drying, but still hot with the remnants of tears.“Alright,” I whispered, though my voice scraped like it was dragging itself out of a raw throat. “In that case… you should go after Alex, Amira.”She lifted her face, her small expression startled. “Miss… are you sure? I can stay here and accompany you.”I shook my head slowly. “No. You must be exhausted. And if Alex really isn’t feeling well… I want someone to make sure he gets home safely.”I tried to give her a faint smile—thin, wobbly, but enough so she wouldn’t worry even more.“Besides, I want to stay with Mom tonight. Dad just passed, Amira. I… I can’t leave her alone.”Amira’s eyes welled again, but she nodded. “Alright, Miss. Then I’ll take my leave. If you need anything, call me. Anytime.”I reached for her hand, giving
LORIANThe front door eased shut, sealing the echo of Alexander’s footsteps as they faded down the hallway. A moment later, the low rumble of his car drifted past the gate and disappeared entirely. When the silence finally settled clean, untouched a small smile curved at the corner of my lips.Finally.I lifted the blanket from my lap, sat up straight, and steadied the breath I had intentionally left uneven. The fake contractions nothing more than simple acting had been enough to send Alex into a frantic rush. He arrived rattled, thinking only of my supposed pain, letting me guide the entire moment exactly where I needed it to go.Slowly, I reached under the blanket. Two strands of blond hair were still tucked neatly between my fingers soft, light, and impossibly precious. I rolled them gently with the tip of my nail. These weren’t just physical objects; they were entry points.“Thank you, Alex,” I whispered, almost like a caress.I rose from the sofa, my steps steady now none of the
EMELYIt took a long time for me to calm down. Even after my tears finally stopped, my head still throbbed and my body felt weak. Amira guided me upstairs, helped me sit on the edge of the bed, and brought me a glass of warm water.“I need to go to Papa…” I whispered, wiping my face. “I have to go there tonight.”Amira looked at me with deep sympathy. “Of course, Miss. Once you feel a little better, we’ll leave.”I only nodded. After changing my clothes and trying to fix my face though my eyes were still red and swollen Amira and I headed downstairs together. The dim lights in the living room cast long shadows. The house felt unbearably quiet… the kind of silence that pressed against my chest.Amira fetched my coat and helped me put it on. “Miss, please watch your step. You still look very pale.”“I can manage,” I murmured, though even I didn’t believe it.We walked to the front gate. The night wind bit sharply against my skin, cold enough to seep into my bones. The sky was dark and s







