Chapter 100

• As the door of the coffee shop closed behind Alexis, Haven sat solidified in his situate, his heart pounding in his chest. He gazed at the rain-soaked window, observing her slim figure vanish into the sheets of falling water, her ruddy coat continuously mixing with the greyness of the storm. His hand jerked, the urge to go after her clawing at him, but his legs refused to move. A deadness had settled over him, a cold realization squeezing intensely on his chest, she was gone.
• He had seen the assurance in her eyes, the determination in the way she walked out without a reverse look. This wasn't one of their normal battles, the kind where she would storm off in outrage as it were to return afterward, regretful, powerless. This was distinctive. Alexis had walked out of the door, but what struck him was that it wasn't just the coffee shop door she had left; it was his life.
• Haven dropped his head into his hands, his mind twirling with recollections of her. The great times, the terrible times, the moments where they both had tried to hold onto the pieces of their disintegrating marriage. He'd known something was wrong for weeks now, detected it in the way she was gradually pulling away from him, the expanding number of late evenings, the writings that she owned were from her "friend" Matthew. His stomach churned. Matthew. He should’ve seen it coming. Hell, he had seen it coming but had been as well persistent to acknowledge it. He had believed, no, hoped that this was just a stage, that Alexis would snap out of anything drawing her towards another man.