His Loving Eyes [18+]

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The drive home from my shop feels interminable, the weight of unspoken tension suffocating the air between Devon and me. The day's earlier excitement has faded, replaced with the heaviness of unresolved issues that linger like a storm cloud hanging over our heads.

As we step out of the car, I can't help but feel the gravity of the unspoken conversation that looms between us. Devon opens the door for me, a simple gesture that only serves to underscore the distance that has grown between us. We make our way into the house, the anticipation of the impending discussion weighing heavily on my mind.

Entering the familiar surroundings of our home, the scent of Helena's cooking fails to dispel the sense of emptiness that pervades the air. The walls seem to echo with the unspoken words that hang between Devon and me, a reminder of the cracks in our carefully constructed facade.

I head straight to the living room, Devon following close behind, the weight of his gaze burning into my back. I take a seat on the couch, my body rigid with the tension that coils in my chest. Devon settles opposite me, the coffee table between us feeling like an insurmountable barrier to the conversation we need to have.

"Devon," I begin, my voice steady but tinged with a hint of frustration. "We can't keep avoiding this. We need to talk about us. About our marriage."

His gaze meets mine, a mix of resignation and determination in his eyes. "I know, Evelina. This can't go on. We can't keep pretending everything is okay when it's not."

My jaw clenches at his words, the weight of our unspoken issues pressing down on me like a heavy burden. The tension between us is palpable, a silent force that seems to suffocate the air in the room.

"This marriage... it started as a business arrangement, a deal between families," I continue, my voice tinged with a touch of bitterness. "But we're living it now, and we have to find a way to make it work, for both of us."

Devon nods, a look of understanding in his eyes. "We need to set some ground rules, establish boundaries. Maybe even redefine what this marriage means to us."

I feel the weight of his words settle over me, a reminder of the complexities that lie ahead. The tension in the room is a living, breathing entity, a testament to the fractured state of our relationship.

"And I know I acted out last night," I admit, my voice trembling. "I was hurt and frustrated, and I wanted to get back at you for leaving without telling me. But I realize now that it was childish and reckless."

Devon takes a deep breath, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees. "Evelina, I should have told you about Paris. I didn't think it would matter, considering our arrangement, but I see now that it does. Communication is something we need to work on."

I nod, feeling a surge of relief that he's willing to acknowledge his part. "We need to find a balance, Devon. This marriage may have started as an arrangement, but we're in it together now. We owe it to each other to at least try to make it work."