I slipped back into a daze once more. The days blurred together, each one passing in a haze of confusion and numbness. I felt myself sinking deeper into the abyss of my own thoughts. The world around me seemed distant and unreal, like I was trapped in a dream from which I couldn’t wake up.Shraf’s attempts to rouse me from my stupor went unanswered. His kisses, once filled with warmth and passion, now felt distant and meaningless against my cold skin. Even as he fed me spoonfuls of soup or gently caressed my hair, I remained still, my mind a million miles away.Magdalena’s kind words and gestures offered little solace. I could feel her concern, her attempts to break through the walls I had erected around myself, but I couldn’t find the strength to respond. My voice felt trapped within me, buried beneath layers of pain and confusion.I existed in a state of limbo, caught between the past and the present, unable to move forward. As the days stretched on, I longed for an escape from the
The night stretched on, with Shraf’s heavy breathing lulling me into a fitful sleep, my mind raced with thoughts of escape. I replayed every scenario, every possible avenue of freedom, searching for the one that held the least risk. And then, as dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, a plan began to form in my mind.I waited until Shraf’s rhythmic breathing signaled that he was deeply asleep, his hold on me loosening ever so slightly. With cautious movements, I extricated myself from his grasp, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumroll of anticipation.Silently, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him. Every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet sounded like thunder in the oppressive silence of the room. I held my breath, praying that he wouldn’t wake, that this fleeting moment of freedom wouldn’t be snatched away before it even began.With trembling hands, I gathered the few belongings I could carry—some clothes, a handful of cash I had squirreled away, and th
The night stretched on, with Shraf’s heavy breathing lulling me into a fitful sleep, my mind raced with thoughts of escape. I replayed every scenario, every possible avenue of freedom, searching for the one that held the least risk. And then, as dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, a plan began to form in my mind.I waited until Shraf’s rhythmic breathing signaled that he was deeply asleep, his hold on me loosening ever so slightly. With cautious movements, I extricated myself from his grasp, my heart pounding in my chest like a drumroll of anticipation.Silently, I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb him. Every creak of the floorboards beneath my feet sounded like thunder in the oppressive silence of the room. I held my breath, praying that he wouldn’t wake, that this fleeting moment of freedom wouldn’t be snatched away before it even began.With trembling hands, I gathered the few belongings I could carry—some clothes, a handful of cash I had squirreled away, and th
“So, how’s your love life?” I inquired, watching Jared devour the pancakes I whipped up for breakfast.“Meh,” he mumbled between bites.“Don’t tell me the infamous college playboy lost his charm this soon,” I teased, rolling my eyes.“I’m just not feeling the whole dating scene anymore,” he admitted.“Ah, Mr. Smith wanted to settle down now, huh?” I teased, grinning.“Kinda,” he confessed, running a hand through his hair.“Got someone in mind?” I prodded.“Not really. Still waiting,” he replied, snagging a pancake from my plate.“Hey!” I protested, slapping his hand away.“What? They’re too good to resist. Should’ve made more,” he said with a smirk as I loaded the dishwasher.“Make them yourself,” I retorted, huffing.“So, spill. How was your love life?” he asked, leaning back in his chair. My heart skipped a beat before I composed myself.“You don’t have to share if you don’t want to, Eva. It’s okay,” he assured me gently.“I know,” I nodded, forcing a sad smile as I gazed at my bare
"I want divorce."Just like that. He said it. As calm and composed I've always seen him, no expression, no twitch in the jaw, nothing. My usual neutral, cold husband. My husband, who apparently now wanted a divorce.I laughed, laughed hard. It was something new, we never laughed together. I never laughed in front of him. Hell, we didn't even talk much! We always talked when we needed, about finance, about business. Business, it has been between us. There is no difference between me and his private secretary. Oh there is a difference, he didn't sleep with his secretary, or did he? I don't know anymore.Even now that I am laughing, he showed no sign of amusement or surprise. It's like he's used to my laugh, but he's not. I barely laughed these days, my life did not allow me to. I was not married to a simple man, I wish I was. He was the heir of the Sinclairs, one of the most influential family of our country. He could not be married to a simple girl either. And simple, I was.We were be
Night.Sheets.We both tangled in those sheets. Me panting, my body humming in pleasure, in love. My husband thrusting in and out of my body, his tempo frenzy, desperate, like he could not get enough of me, like he wanted me, loved me but he did not.A sharp pain seized my heart even in between the endless pleasure he was giving me. I closed my eyes to stop the threatening tears."Eva!", my husband said my name. Was his tone really vulnerable or I mistook it with my emotions? He was never vulnerable, he could not be."Eva, look at me." An order. If I didn't knew him better, I would think it was an order, but I caught that slight desperateness in his tone, the need.I opened my eyes to meet with his grey ones. Beautiful, his eyes were so beautiful with the storm they contained."Don't close your eyes again." He fastened his pace.So much pleasure!Sweat glistened over his eyebrows, his hold on me tightening to the point of pain. I wish I could kiss his eyebrows, his nose, his eyelids.
I sat comfortably before Erina, my psychiatrist. She has been attending me since last year, helping me sort out my marriage issues."So, he asked for divorce" She leaned against her chair processing my information."Yeah""What was your reaction?" I stared at the coffee cup before me, the steam swirling out of it. I like hot coffee, he liked black, but it had to be made by me. Nobody else could make it for him. It was like he could tell if the coffee was made by me only by the smell.Won't he miss my coffee after divorce?"Eva?""Huh""I asked about your reaction""Oh. Nothing. I was scared to show him any side of me that would push him more away. So, I packed my bags and left." I sighed as I stared at her stunned face."You didn't cry?!""No.""Eva. Why are you doing this to yourself?"Myself? What am I doing to myself?"Maybe you are getting this wrong. It's not about me, it's about my marriage, it's about my husb-"That's where you are wrong, my love" Erina took my hands in hers.
Tick tick tick.Time flies, they say. Bullshit! For me, time was not flying, it was stuck in a damn moment! Anxiety was sneaking it's way up in my mind and I was on the edge of being crazy.The restaurant I was sitting in was nearly empty with only four people scattered around the table. Empty, was what I needed as my husband was coming to meet me here and we couldn't afford to be seen in public right now."Talk." I snapped out of my thoughts at the commanding voice, Shraf's voice, the voice I love so much! His commands, I specially loved them when we were having sex.StripOpen your legs.Kiss me.Oh God, I get so lost whenever I think of him! I didn't even see when he walked in here."Eva." His impatient call, my forever patient husband was being impatient now. I smiled.Eva, get my tux out.YesEva, hold this meeting for me.YesEva, my black coffee. Eva, my schedule. Eva, my emails.Yes, yes, yes! Yes to everything you say, yes to everything you want!My one and only response t