Elenor slowly opened her eyes, blinking away the remnants of a dreamy slumber.
She stretched, feeling the familiar aches in her muscles from a night spent in deep sleep.
As she rose from her bed, she noticed Aiden curled up on the couch, his breaths slow and steady.
Unable to resist the urge to be close to him, Elenor approached the couch. She gently ran her fingers through Aiden's hair, feeling the soft strands tickle her skin.
As she leaned in for a kiss, she was surprised to find Aiden's lips responding to her touch, even in his unconscious state.
The passion between them ignited, and without realizing it, they began to kiss more fervently.
Their bodies moved in sync, as if pulled by an unseen force. Aiden's moans echoed softly, his lips parting to whisper.
"Astrid... Oh Astriiiid"
Elenor felt a surge of jealousy, her heart pounding with anger and confusion.
She tried to shake it off, but the emotions overwhelmed her, and she began to physically lash out at Aiden.
Aiden jolted awake, his eyes wide with fear and pain.
"WHAT IS THIS?! WHY DID YOU SLAP ME?!"
He looked around, trying to make sense of what was happening, but the reality of the situation slowly dawned on him.
Elenor, tears streaming down her face, begged him to love her and not the memory of Astrid.
In the heat of the moment, Aiden's anger boiled over, his voice shaking as he yelled, "IT'S NOT YOUR BUSINESS!" Elenor, feeling betrayed and hurt, retorted with a trembling voice, "I'M YOUR WIFE! HOW DARE YOUR VOICE AND EYES LAY ON ANOTHER WOMAN!"
Their voices echoed through the room, bouncing off the walls of their home, a stark reminder of the turmoil that had consumed them.
Aiden, feeling cornered, stood up abruptly, his fists clenched. "HOW DARE YOU ACCUSE ME OF SOMETHING I HAVEN'T DONE?" he shouted back, his own voice shaking with indignation.
Elenor, her eyes filled with tears, retorted, "YOU'VE BEEN ACTING STRANGE LATELY, AND I FOUND THOSE LETTERS! I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO BE CONCERNED!" Aiden's face turned red with anger, and he took a step towards her. "THOSE ARE PRIVATE MATTERS, AND YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO INVADE MY PRIVACY!"
Their argument escalated, their words cutting like daggers.
The pain in their hearts mirrored the pain in their voices, as they fought over trust, loyalty, and the very foundation of their marriage.
Aiden, still fuming with anger, stormed upstairs, his footsteps echoing through the house like a thunderous symphony.
Elenor, her heart heavy with sorrow, followed him, her tears falling like raindrops on the cold wooden floor. She tried to plead with him, her voice barely audible.
In his bedroom, Aiden frantically packed his belongings, each item he picked up a symbol of the life they had built together.
He felt a deep sense of betrayal, and the thought of leaving seemed like the only way to escape the pain that consumed him.
As he zipped up his bag, he turned to face Elenor, his eyes filled with a mixture of anger and sadness.
"I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE, ELENOR," he said, 'YOU INVADED MY PRIVACY, AND NOW I FEEL LIKE I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LEAVE." The words hung in the air between them, heavy with the weight of their broken trust.
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Black Magic
Misteri / ThrillerA woman in the 19th century curses her husband with black magic, she doesn't know the exchange of that, it might end her whole bloodline.
