LOGIN°Jeremy's POV °Eli’s room door stood slightly ajar, the way I had left it earlier. I pushed it open fully and stepped inside. The bed looked empty under the faint light from the hall. The covers lay smooth and flat, as if no one had touched them since Mrs. Lang had straightened them after dinner maybe…. His stuffed bear sat propped against the headboard, its button eyes catching a bit of the glow. I ran my hand across the sheets. They felt cool to the touch. The pillow still held the slight dent from his head, but the room carried no warmth from a sleeping child. I checked the closet next, opening the door slowly. His clothes hung in their usual rows, small shirts and pants lined up neatly. The floor space below stood clear. I looked under the bed, moving the storage box aside with one hand. Dust motes floated in the air, but nothing else appeared. The window remained locked from inside, its latch secure. I stood in the center of the room and let my eyes move over every corner again
°Jeremy's POV ° I set the phone down on the desk and looked at Eli standing in the doorway. His breathing had settled into a steady rhythm, and the faint red glow in his eyes had faded completely. I crossed the room in a few quiet steps and knelt so I could see his face clearly. “Let me help you clean up,” I said. I took the handkerchief from my pocket and wiped the dirt from his cheeks in slow strokes, the cloth came away brown. Eli stood still and let me do my thing. When his face looked better, I brushed the twigs from his hair one by one and dropped them into the small trash bin beside the desk. “You made it here on your own,” I told him. “That took a lot of courage my boy.” He gave a small nod but said nothing more about the morning. I did not press him. Instead, I walked him to the couch in the corner and sat beside him. The cushions gave under our weight. I rested my hand on his shoulder for a moment, then stood again. “Stay right here for a little while,” I said. “I
°Jeremy's POV °The board meeting dragged longer than expected.I sat at the head of the table, listening as one of the directors explained projected figures for the next quarter. His voice flowed steadily, numbers filling the air, charts shifting across the screen, and the quiet hum of the air conditioner settling into the background.I nodded when necessary.I asked questions when expected.Still, part of my attention drifted elsewhere.Amy should have called by now.She had insisted on driving Eli to school that morning. I had almost argued again, but she had looked at me in that quiet way of hers, calm and steady, and I let it go.I glanced at my phone lying beside my notepad.Nothing.I forced my attention back to the presentation.“…which brings us to the final projection,” one of the board members concluded.I leaned forward slightly.“Send me the breakdown after the meeting.”“Yes, sir.”The room shifted as papers gathered and chairs moved quietly. The meeting had been calm, p
° Amy's POV °Morning light slipped quietly through my curtains, resting softly across the edge of my bed. I laid there for a few seconds, watching the pale glow move slowly along the wall. The house was still, calm in a way that made me breathe easier.It had been a long time since mornings felt like this.I pushed the blanket aside and sat up slowly. My feet touched the floor, cool against my skin. I stretched slightly, then stood, running a hand through my hair as I walked toward the bathroom.The mirror reflected a face that looked….. rested. I washed my face, tied my hair back loosely, and changed into something simple. A soft blouse, fitted trousers, nothing too formal. I didn't feel like dressing up today. I just wanted something comfortable.As I stepped out of the room, I heard Eli's voice downstairs.I smiled before I even realized it.Seven years and that little boy still made my chest soften.I walked down slowly, following the sound of his chatter. When I reached the din
°Amy’s POV°The walk to the hall felt longer than it should have….Not because it was far, but because I noticed everything…..the soft sound of my heels against the floor, the gentle brush of my dress against my legs, the quiet voices waiting ahead.Everything felt slower than usual, like each step I took mattered.By the time I stepped into the hall, the conversations faded on their own. Heads turned, not suddenly, but naturally, like they had been expecting me.I didn’t react though, I just kept walking.The elders sat at the front, calm and steady as always. A few people stood by the sides, watching quietly, but I didn’t pay much attention to them.My focus moved forward.And then I saw him.Jeremy was already there.Waiting…..He looked normal, and that was the first thing I noticed.There was no sign of earlier…..no trace of the man who had been drunk, spouting rubbish and acting like he was crazy….Anyone watching him wouldn’t think anything had happened.I slowed slightly befor
° Amy’s POV ° Things had changed….and not in a way anyone could fix. Somewhere along the line, everything had taken a wrong turn, and no matter how much I tried to trace it back, I couldn’t find the exact moment it all started falling apart. Maybe it wasn’t just one moment. Maybe it was a series of small choices, small mistakes… things we thought didn’t matter at the time. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at my reflection longer than necessary. The makeup sat perfectly on my face, every detail carefully done, every flaw hidden just enough. It didn’t make me look brighter or happier, but it did its job well—it covered what needed to be covered. At least on the outside. I let out a quiet breath, my fingers brushing lightly against the edge of the table as I tilted my head slightly, studying myself like I was looking at someone else. So this was it. This was how fate wanted it to be. It was almost funny, in a bitter way…. how life could drag you right back to the same pla
°Jeremy’s POV°The wedding planning started almost immediately.Like grief had a deadline.Invitations. Venues. Guest lists. Fabric swatches…..All laid out on the dining table that used to be ours. Amy moved through it all with this strange efficiency—calm, focused, like if she slowed down for
° Amy’s POV °I didn’t answer him.I couldn’t.Because if I stayed there any longer, I was going to break in a way I wouldn’t be able to hide.So I turned….just like that….no more words….no more looking at him.I walked past him, my shoulder brushing his arm lightly, but I didn’t stop, I didn’t eve
°Jeremy’s POV°The house felt different the morning after the wedding.Not emptier.Just… rearranged.Like someone had shifted the furniture in the dark and I was supposed to pretend I didn’t notice.I stood outside Eli’s room for a few seconds before knocking softly and pushing the door open.He w
°Jeremy's POV°I stood in the kitchen doorway, coffee in hand, watching Amy pack Eli's lunch like it was a job she had to do perfectly even though I'd told her countless times to let the maids take care of it, but Amy didn't listen anyway, claiming that no one could take care of her son any better.







