LOGINTessa had convinced herself that once she was back home, Raymond would simply settle her in and leave. But Raymond did not retreat. At least, this version of him didn’t.He had quickly stepped down and crossed to the other side of the car to get the door for her and as soon as the car door clicked behind her, Raymond’s hands were on her shoulders, steadying her as she swayed slightly from the lingering dizziness. “You okay?” he asked, voice calm, but his eyes sharp, scanning her like she was a delicate artifact that might break if he blinked the wrong way.“I… I’m fine,” Tessa muttered, brushing off the concern as if she could wipe it clean with the back of her hand. But Raymond wasn’t buying it.“Do you need me to carry you up?” He probed further. Tessa laughed when she saw the small crease on his face.“Hell no, Ray. I can absolutely walk by myself.” He nodded and put his hand across her waist, guiding her slowly to the entrance, and stairs.He helped her up the stairs, slowly, car
Tessa didn’t leave her apartment for the rest of the week. Not for frequent early morning run or even to pick up the meals she ordered… she simply opened the door, grabbed the tray, and shut it again like she was afraid the hallway might bite her.At first, she told herself it was because she didn’t want to risk seeing Derek but within, she knew she could not explain how much of her still wished, Raymond has tried, to even stay or pushed back when she asked him to leave. It sounded conflicting even to herself - how does she explain that a part of him wanted him to leave, and the other part wanted him to at least try and stay. On the third day, she opened her door to collect her lunch and saw a bunch of neatly wrapped flowers. There was no note this time, but she left it. She had rung the housekeeper and asked her to take the flowers home for herself.Derek called, texted and even her buzzer but Tessa ignored everything. A part of her could tell that she was about to get mixed in anot
Tessa stared along cluelessly first at the boy, then back to Raymond who was already shutting the door after giving what appeared to be a nod to him.“You are not answering my question, Tessa. Who’s the damned man sending you flowers?”Tessa was furious and she was unable to hide it much longer. “How is any of it your business?” She responded earning a wide eye from Raymond.“Is that him you are going to see, is that why you dressed all up early in the morning? Let me guess, the guy from the notebook.” Tessa tried to speak but Raymond continued and cut her off in the process.“Is this why you left? Because you wanted some privacy to do God knows what with your little side piece and there you were judging me like you’re all innocent…” A hot slap delivered across the face made Raymond pause in his statement. “Don’t you ever… ever say that to me again.” Tessa’s voice was almost breaking. So she stormed out before crying and making herself a fool before him.Raymond stood fixated on the
Tessa woke up the next day in the arms of an unclad Raymond. She wasn’t clear on how they landed there. The last thing she remembered was going to bed hungry and alone. She was fully dressed and didn’t remember any other thing happening. Of course Raymond still had some trace of decency left.She wanted to wriggle out from his hold and wake him up, he didn’t have the right to sleep on her bed. But as she stared at his peaceful form, she thought otherwise.He looked relaxed but stressed, his large hand cuddled her tightly, as though he was scared of her leaving, as though he didn’t want her to leave. The unmistakable early-morning hardness pressing against her hip. Tessa looked up again at the majestic man in her bed, then shook off the thought that tried to crawl in.She tried again, to wriggle free, this time slowly, but the slow mumbling of “hi you” from him told her that it was unsuccessful. She froze and looked up to meet his gaze. His eyes were warm, the rich brownness of it burn
Raymond turned slowly to stare at her as she entered the room and smirked slowly when his eyes went to the knife she held out. He could see her trembling hands and all he wanted was to stand up and melt into her arms, but no, he would take his time, else he would scare her away.“Hi,” he said when it was obvious that it was beginning to turn into a starring context. Tessa still could not find words. What was Raymond doing in her apartment, lying on her bed, and holding her journal.WAIT A MINUTE! HER JOURNAL???Tessa dived in a split second and tried to yank the book off his hands. Raymond was caught off guard but managed to hold on tightly to the book still.“How dare you read through my journal? Are you familiar with the word privacy?” Tessa asked furiously. It was glaring that she was angry, but Raymond was a stubborn breed.“There’s no such thing as privacy in a marriage.” Raymond started and paused when he saw the fierce fiery look in her eyes. “Okay… I’m sorry.” Tessa grabbed t
Tessa sat on the cold metal bench outside the café, fingers pressed to her temples, trying to breathe normally. But her heart was still punching against her ribs from what she’d seen on Derek’s phone… from what he’d admitted.The tracker. The photo from weeks ago. Him being… there. It was all a lot to take in.Her voice came out small. “How long, Derek?”He sat beside her, not touching, not leaning in, just there, like he was afraid any closeness would make her crumble or bolt. He made a face but did not answer.Tessa chipped in again after the stretched silence. “How much did you see?”“Tess…” Derek exhaled shakily. “I didn’t follow you inside your home, if that’s what you’re afraid of. I didn’t invade your privacy that way.”“That way,” she repeated, almost a laugh, but broken and humorless. “You literally stalked me, Derek.”His jaw clenched. “I know, Tess. And I’m sorry. I… I...”She rubbed her palms together, swallowing the lump rising in her throat.“So tell me,” she whispered.







