บททั้งหมดของ ENTANGLED WITH MY CONTRACTED HUSBAND : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Haven sat on the edge of his bed, gazing at the purge space where Alexis’s things had once been. The room felt colder, emptier. A deep throb settled in his chest as he replayed the discussion they’d had as it were hours before. Alexis’s words resounded in his mind like a broken record: “It’s Matthew, Haven. I’m leaving you for him. I can’t keep pretending anymore.” How could she say those things so effectively? After everything they’d been through together, after a long time of building a life, a home, she had just torn it all apart, like tearing a page out of a book. Haven couldn’t comprehend how somebody could drop out of love so rapidly, and more regrettable, drop into the arms of another man. He leaned forward, his head in his hands, incapable of stopping the tears. It wasn’t just the disloyalty that stung. It was the suddenness of it all, the realization that he was now totally alone. Alexis was gone, and he didn’t know how to place the pieces of his life back together.The sou

Haven sat alone in his unassuming living room, the soft murmur of the ceiling fan scarcely discernible over the unfaltering drone of his considerations. The air felt overwhelming, weighted with recollections that appeared to rise up from the floorboards like phantoms from the past. His fingers followed the edge of the purged bourbon glass in his hand, but the burn of liquor couldn’t chase away the turmoil brewing inside. His mind kept meandering to that minute, to her words, the ultimate cut bend that had separated their association. “You deserve to know the truth, Haven,” she had said, her voice sharp, not from outrage but from a cold, calculating resolve. “I never loved you the way I ought to have. Matthew... he’s everything you’re not. I can’t pretend anymore.” The words had fallen like stones, their weight still waiting in the quiet of the purge house. He had observed her walk out the door, not just physically, but in each passionate and mental way that mattered long before.Now

He had been strolling for hours. Miles, possibly. He wasn’t sure any longer. The street appeared to extend on unendingly, but none of that mattered. Haven’s mind was focused on one objective: finding Alexis. The betrayal had cut him profoundly, more profound than anything he had experienced in his life. An empty throb chewed at his chest, undermining to swallow him entirely in case he let it. But Haven wasn’t going to let it. He was not going to let her leave with him without a battle. He tried resting to get a little shade from the scorching sun, he got a bottle of water to dehydrate himself and then after resting a little, his thoughts crept in once again, his mind was so tired to accommodate any thoughts but he just had to hear up and become stronger emotionally than ever. His mind crossed towards Alexis, his wife who now was not recognizable as before. Alexis had been everything to him. His wife, his accomplice, the love of his life. They had shared so many a long time together,

Haven ’s eyes flicked between the gleaming lights of the city as his car thundered down the turnpike. It was well after midnight, but the activity still crept along, squeezing at his tolerance. His mind was dashing quicker than his car as thoughts of Alexis surged like a surge. Where could she be? Who was she with? The forward clock on the dashboard examined 1:03 a.m. Alexis had been lost for three days. He had called her phone so numerous times that he’d memorized the design of the voicemail message. He’d left messages, texts, some irate, a few pleading, but they all went unanswered. Now, Haven ’s feelings brewed in a chaotic blend of perplexity and freeze. He could hardly rest, and when he did, his dreams were eager parts of her snickering new, or more regrettable, the picture of her laced with Matthew. Haven didn’t need to think about that. The thought of Matthew turned his stomach into ties. "Where are you?" he mumbled to himself, his voice dry from days of yelling into the vo

"Better believe it, but not like this. Not face-to-face." He inclined forward, his elbows resting on the table. "I know things got messed up between us, but I know you. I know that deep down, you're still not sure about this entire thing with Matthew. I mean, come on, Alexis, it's me. You don’t just move on from what we had." Alexis collapsed her arms, inclining back in her chair. She gave him a long sight before talking. "What we had, Haven, is over. I thought I made that clear when I left." "I do not believe that." Haven's voice rose somewhat, betraying his dissatisfaction. "You're just irate, and I get it. I wasn’t idealized, but no one is. But that doesn’t mean you stop trying. You don’t just toss away a long time of marriage like it’s nothing. We will settle this." Alexis shook her head, her eyes narrowing. "It's not about settling anything. It’s not about you trying to fix things up since you think I’m despondent or confused. I made my choice since it was the right one for me