One Night Stand with my Husband

In the city of Greece, a lovely mansion with a beautiful garden.

The first rays of sunlight streamed through the curtains, gently illuminating the room where Elaine lay in bed, her weary eyes staring at the empty space beside her. It had become a familiar sight—a husband who was physically present but emotionally absent. Richard, the love of her life and her husband had become a mere stranger in their marriage.

As Elaine mustered the strength to sit up, she glanced at Richard, hoping for a spark of recognition or a word of comfort. But his eyes remained fixed on the newspaper in front of him, his silence was a constant reminder of their growing apart marriage. She stared at her husband still waiting for his recognition but it seemed as if he was never going to acknowledge her presence or the fact that she had woken up.

With a heavy sigh, Elaine mustered the courage to break the silence.

"Richard" she spoke softly, her voice laced with a mix of hope and desperation.

"I need to go to the hospital today. My appointment is at noon. Can you please drive me there?"

Richard's response was as cold and dismissive as the morning breeze. He didn't even spare her a glance, pretending as if her words were mere echoes in the air. His silence spoke volumes, his refusal to acknowledge her plea became a deep wound that cut to the core of her being.

The weight of disappointment settled heavily on Elaine's shoulders as she realized her request would go unanswered. The uncaring nature of her husband's actions stung more than any physical pain she endured. She couldn’t hold it in and wanted to confront him but she could see being held back, she knew that the mere words that would come out of his mouth would be mean and cause her a heartache.

Forcing herself to swallow the lump in her throat, Elaine rose from the bed and made her way to the kitchen. She prepared a simple breakfast, hoping that perhaps the aroma of warm food would entice him to say a word to her, even in appreciation and she would be content. With a trembling hand, she set the plate before Richard, silently pleading for his attention.

But her efforts were in vain. Richard’s eyes remained fixed on the paper, his expression devoid of any warmth or acknowledgment. He ignored the food in front of him, as if the gesture of nourishment held no significance in their crumbling relationship nor did the scent seem pleasant to him.

The next thing he did shocked her more, he folded the paper and walked straight into the bathroom without giving her a glance.

Elaine fought back her tears, her heart aching with a sense of abandonment. She had become a mere thing in their home, invisible and insignificant. She could her lungs being pressed together suffocating her.

Richard stepped out of the bathroom wearing a white shirt and a black trousers, she offered to pick a tie for him but he choose another instead leaving her stranded. His hasty footsteps could be counted by her as he did everything in a haste, she could tell that he was trying to get away from her.

As he walked out the door, Elaine took one last look at the man who has been her partner in life. And with a mix of sadness and regret, she picked up the plate from the room back to the kitchen to dispose of it.

Just after she was done washing up, the door to another room opened and her mother-in-law walked out.

“Good morning mother” she greeted.

“Morning Elaine, I would like to have my breakfast now” Mary said.

“Why don't you take a shower and I get it ready, once it is done, I will be sure to inform you”

“Okay dear, I will do just that” Mary answered.

“And I will make breakfast” she replied and turned back into the kitchen to make another breakfast.

Because Elaine nd had been engulfed in making a good meal for Richard, she had used almost all the ingredients and all that was left was enough to make a dessert.

As Elaine surveyed the ingredients in her pantry, she contemplated the perfect breakfast to prepare. She decided on a classic spread: scrambled eggs, crispy bacon, freshly squeezed orange juice, and a basket of flaky croissants. That was all her mind could pick at the moment with the Ingredients she had.

With a sigh, Elaine set to work. She cracked the eggs into a bowl, whisking them vigorously until they were bubbly and light. The aroma of sizzling bacon filled the air, and the sound of crackling filled her ears. She watched attentively as the bacon transformed from pink to golden brown, ensuring it was perfectly cooked and crispy. The orange juice was freshly squeezed, the pulpy liquid glistening with vibrant hues of orange. Lastly, she carefully arranged the golden croissants in a beautiful wicker basket, their flaky layers.

As the final touches were made, Elaine knocked on the door of the room.

“Mother, breakfast is ready” she started hoping that finally someone would appreciate her food.

Seated at the table, Elaine calmly presented the breakfast she had prepared. The scrambled eggs were fluffy and perfectly seasoned, the bacon was golden and crisp, and the croissants were a sight to behold. The vibrant orange juice sparkled in the morning light, a refreshing addition to the meal. Elaine's face beamed with anticipation as she awaited Mary's reaction.

Mary took a sip of the orange juice, her delicate lips curling into a smile.

"Mmm, this juice is simply divine, Elaine. You've really captured the essence of freshness," she complimented graciously, and Elaine's heart soared with joy.