Alexa’s point of view Perhaps going to his office had actually been useful, perhaps it had helped more than I knew, perhaps I just had to be open minded about it. But who was I kidding? It obviously wasn’t that easy, I felt as though my heart had been ripped out of my chest, felt as though I had been stabbed over and over and over again. Sitting there beside Calan in the car during the drive back home was torturous, I wanted to cry but he had literally begged me to put an end to my crying, and I had forced the tears back and had locked them somewhere knowing they’d break free the very second I was away from him.He hadn’t said much since he got me to stop crying, he had simply sat there absentmindedly staring ahead, I could tell that he wasn’t in the best of moods at the moment, but a lot of that was going around so the entire drive was quiet. And when we finally got home he got out of the car, walked to my side, opened the door and helped me out like he always did. I had expected

Third person’s POVCalan had begun sweating profusely and feeling nauseous when he arrived home, nonetheless, he had called Micheal to let him know that he had gotten home in one piece. He had headed to his room at once hoping he was quiet enough to not alert Mildred, however, the older woman soon came hurrying from the kitchen area wearing a worried expression.“Is there a problem, Mildred?”. He asked first hoping to turn the tables on her.“I should be asking you that”. Mildred said. “Why do you like this? And why did you stay out late? Are you feeling alright?”. “I was with Micheal”. He said to her knowing she’d be less worried if she knew he had been with Micheal, the very responsible Micheal who wouldn’t let him do anything stupid.Her gaze raked over him quickly, again and again and again, and she stepped forward and placed her palm on his clammy temple. He watched her eyes flood with worry and he let out a somewhat exasperated breath.“What have you done to yourself?”. She as

Alexa’s POVI had woken up to the sound of an alarm ringing softly, and though the tune was calm and quiet it irritated me more than I could ever express. I begrudgingly pried my eyes open in time to see Calan sleepily reach out and tap on his phone which was on the night stand to turn of the alarm, he let out a heavy breath and for a moment he just lay on his back staring up at the ceilings, and I stared at him, watched him quietly, and I realized that staring at him quelled my irritation.“Good morning”. I greeted quietly.His gaze flickered from the ceiling to mine and the sides of his lips pulled up in a faint smile.“Good morning. Did you sleep well?”. He asked me and I nodded.I had slept well, I may have been worried about him but I had slept well because I had been in his arms, because the soothing fragrance of sandalwood had been with me all through the night.“Are you feeling better?”. I asked him.He looked better, it didn’t seem like he was trying to suppress of hide a fe

Third person’s POVNot much had been said during the drive home or even when they got back, Alexa had gone upstairs to her room, freshened up and had returned to have dinner with Calan. There was just this feeling of wanting to talk about the fact that they had stumbled upon Layla but there seemed to be nothing to say at all. Her heart was all heavy and her confidence had dwindled significantly on seeing Layla, she felt silly to have actually thought Calan would eventually develop feelings for her; Layla was perfect, she was the most flawless lady she had met and she hadn’t been able to get Calan to love her, who was she to get him to love her then?“I thought you were hungry?”. Calan spoke up at last. She realized she had been eating very slowly, the food seemed almost untouched.“I am”. She replied.“Then why aren’t you eating?”. He asked her.“I…am”. He shook his head but said nothing, it was clear that her loss of appetite was the least of his concern at the moment.“Aren’t yo

And after a moment of just sitting and crying quietly, Layla decided to pull herself together, she dried her eyes and dragged in a deep breath to calm herself before she spoke again. “Truly Calan, I feel sorry for your wife, the poor thing doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into”. She said to him. Calan merely shook his head. “We’ve been married for two years, you really think she doesn’t know what she’s gotten into?”. He asked her. And a humorless chuckle left her. “She will, just give her three more years”. She said. “She has no idea just how much you can rip a girl’s heart out, just how much you can render a person useless to themselves”. “Will you ever forgive me?”. He asked her. And she shook her head almost immediately. “I don’t quite think so”. She replied quietly. “You ruined me to the point that being with another man makes me feel weird, to the point that another man’s touch just isn’t satisfying”. Calan averted his gaze from hers. He knew he had hurt her by