Megra.We sit at the dining table, the morning sun casting a glow over the room. Nathaniel sits across from me, his eyes focused on his plate, methodically cutting his toast. The clink of the cutlery against the china is the only sound breaking the uncomfortable silence. Since that phone call last night, it has been acting dodgy, and I can't shake the feeling that something is wrong. The tension in the air is palpable, making every bite of breakfast hard to swallow.I am exhausted with his behavior. It weighs heavily on me. His emotions are like a seesaw, tipping between moments of warmth and sudden, inexplicable distance. One moment we are sharing our bodies in tender and affectionate passion, and I can feel some hope for us; the next he is cold and distant. Its exhausting, trying to keep up with where he stands, never knowing which version of him I would get, and wondering if our child would go through the same.Finally, I can't take it anymore. The silence is suffocating. “Have I d
The atmosphere in the house shifts dramatically now that Anna is staying with us. It's as if the very air has grown thicker and more oppressive. I feel her presence even when I don’t see her, a constant reminder of her history with Nathaniel. Every corner of this house now seems tainted with her presence. I can’t shake the feeling that she’s here to reclaim something I thought was mine.To cope, I’ve chosen to spend most of my time upstairs, hiding away from the tension she brings. I keep myself busy with anything I can think of, from rearranging my wardrobe to rereading old books. Anything to keep me from having to face her—to hear her voice, to see her face. I can hear her sometimes, her laughter ringing through the halls, and it makes my skin crawl.She has been exaggerating everything from her accident to keep Nathaniel close. Every time he shows signs of leaving her side, she winces or lets out a small cry, and he stays. His attentiveness towards her scares me; what if his feeling
I feel a wave of nausea wash over me, and my stomach churns uncomfortably. I make my way to the bathroom, trying to steady myself against the walls. Once there, I realize something is wrong. I see the spotting and feel panic surge through me. This can’t be happening. Not now. Not with everything else going on."Liza!" I call out, my voice trembling.I hear footsteps pounding up the stairs, and Liza bursts into the room, Nathaniel following close behind. His face is etched with worry."What's wrong?" he asks, reaching out to touch my arm."It's just cramps; I don’t think I have ever felt them this strong. Girl problems, you know," I lie, my voice barely above a whisper. "Can I speak to Liza alone, please?"Nathaniel looks reluctant, his eyes searching mine for any sign of what’s really going on. Finally, he nods and steps out of the room, closing the door behind him."Liza," I say, my voice cracking as I pull her into the bathroom. "I’m spotting. Am I losing the baby?"Her face pales,
It’s a relief getting Back home, Nathaniel is waiting for us, his expression a mix of eagerness and worry. "What did the doctor say?" he asks, pulling me into his arms.“I'm okay; it's just exhaustion, and I might be coming down with something.” I look up to him. "Relax; I will be fine in time for the wedding.” I let out a laugh to soften the mood. He smiles, and he moves in to give me a kiss. I can smell whiskey on him. Nathaniel hates whiskey and never drinks in the middle of the day. Nathaniel’s grip tightens around me. "I'm glad you are okay.” He takes me into the house.Anna is lounging on the couch, a bottle of whiskey almost gone. The two glasses on the table catch my attention.“Don’t worry, me and Nathaniel were just catching up, like old times.” Anna's voice sends a stab through my chest. Everything she says holds so much weight.I shrug. “I am going upstairs; I need to rest.”What did Anna mean? It doesn’t matter; she’s leaving in two days. But a lot can happen in two days,
I’m a mess. The suitcase sprawls open on the bed, half-packed, mocking my futile attempts to hold my life together. Each item I throw into it feels like I’m tearing a piece of my heart away, discarding memories, dreams, and hopes. My hands tremble, fingers slipping on zippers and clasps, as I struggle to breathe through my sobs. This again. My heart is getting torn out for the second time in as many months.“Megra, stop! Please, just stop and think about what you’re doing.” Liza’s voice cuts through the air, soft yet desperate. She stands in the doorway, her eyes wide with worry. “Wait for Nathaniel to come back from work. You two need to talk before making such a hasty decision. You can't just leave. Why would you let that vile woman come in and destroy everything?”I shake my head, tears streaming down my face. “I can’t, Liza. If I see him, I won’t be able to leave. He’ll remind me of our contract, and I won’t have the strength to go. And he chose to betray me.”Liza steps closer, h
I slide into the back seat of the taxi, the door closing with a soft thud. As the car pulls away from the curb, I look back at the house one last time. It looms in the distance, a monument to a life that wasn’t meant to be.As we drive away, my thoughts swirl with memories. The laughter, the arguments, and the tender moments that made me believe in a future with Nathaniel. And then the betrayal, the pain, and the realization that I could never be enough for him. That he could never see me as more than a contract or an obligation. Why did he choose to sleep with me right after doing the same with Anna? Why did he say she meant nothing to him if he was just going to bring her to our house? Why wouldn’t he just ask me to leave instead of doing the same thing his nephew did?The city blurs by outside the window, and I press my forehead against the cool glass, trying to calm my racing heart. So many thoughts. I think of my mother, her strength, and her resilience. She raised me alone, and
NathanielI’m driving home, my hands steady on the wheel, but inside, I’m buzzing with excitement. The sun is setting, casting a golden glow over the horizon, matching the warmth in my chest. Today is a rare, perfect day. Anna is leaving tomorrow, taking with her the shadow and guilt of my infidelity. Megra will never know. I feel a tremendous weight lifting off my shoulders at the thought.As I pull into the driveway and park, anticipation quickens my steps. Today is special. Today, Megra’s wedding dress arrives. I can’t wait to see her reaction and to witness the joy and excitement in her eyes. I rush into the house, my heart pounding with happiness.“Megra?” I call out, expecting her sweet voice to greet me. Silence. The house feels unusually still. “Megra, where are you?”No answer. A slight unease creeps into my excitement, but I brush it off. She must be upstairs, or maybe out in the garden. I stride through the hallway, my footsteps echoing ominously. The house seems uncomforta
NathanielI'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, unable to find solace in sleep. The sheets feel cold, and the emptiness beside me is a stark reminder of what I've lost. Megra's absence is like a gaping wound, festering with every passing moment. I can't believe she left. I close my eyes, trying to imagine how hurt she must have been and the look of betrayal etched on her face. How did it come to this? I tried so hard not to let her find out my mistake.The darkness in the room mirrors the chaos in my mind. I turn on my side, clutching the pillow she used to rest her head on, and inhale deeply, hoping to catch a lingering scent of her. But it's gone, just like her. How can I fix this? How can I make things right with Megra now that she knows about my infidelity? My thoughts swirl, tangle, and messy. Guilt gnaws at me, relentless and unforgiving.I feel like I'm suffocating, the weight of my actions pressing down on my chest. The room feels stifling, the air thick with regret. I thr