Wondering if he came to work, she bit on her lips, her eyes getting teary, and her heart heavy as though some rocks had settled on her chest.
After what he had done yesterday, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to look him in the eyes this morning, but she must see him.
She had her heart thumping faster now as she stood in front of his door.
She held the door and slowly, pushed it open.
There, Ryder sat, majestically on his chair, in new clothes different from the ones he wore yesterday. His face dug into his laptop. His sharp jaw line from the side gave him a perfect look, and as usual, his hair stylishly brushed, she was her dream man, her husband, she could never stop loving this man, every day she fell in love with him over and over again.
Ryder noticed her presence, but he was engulfed in his work, he was going to listen to everything she had to say even without looking at her, she of all people should know he doesn't like to be disturbed while at work.
"Ryder?" She called, her voice soft and almost breaking.
Ryder always had this effect on her.
She melts and melts when it comes to Ryder.
He nodded in reply.
"Ryder.." She called again, waiting for him to look at her, she wanted to see if he had any guilt in his eyes at all for what he did.
But Ryder wasn't ready to look at her, his face still glued to his laptop.
She had anger brewing inside of her now, he didn't come home last night and didn't inform her about it and he couldn't even man up to say he was sorry? He couldn't say anything about it? He was just sitting there working as though what he did was just a normal thing.
Ivy's breath heightened in anger.
Then she turned around to leave, but only then did Ryder grab her hand.
"Ivy." He called.
She stood, her face thrown away now, waiting for him to start his explanation, but he didn't do any of that, instead, he asked.
"Is everything okay?"
Ivy had her eyes squinted, was he really asking that?
"Ryder, you didn't come home last night." Ivy finally muttered. Her face was pale and her eyes stared into his now.
The guilt or remorse she was looking for earlier, none of it was there, what Ryder did, keeping her awake and never returning home last night nor informing her about it, was absolutely nothing to him.
Ivy's heart dropped once again.
Her husband was slowly becoming someone else.
"Oh, I see where this attitude is coming from now.." He muttered.
"Is that what you have to say?" Ivy couldn't believe her ears. She looked at him, her heart broken, this wasn't the Ryder she used to know.
"Look Ivy, don't make a drama out of this, it's just.. Sheila was back and I just organized a few welcome parties for her, we were there all through the nights, I wasn't the only one there, our childhood friends were there as well.." He muttered, dishing it off as though that meant absolutely nothing.
Maybe it didn't mean anything? Maybe Ivy was overthinking this whole thing, but Ryder had never done such a thing in the past, the least she'd ever want was to see even the tiniest change in her husband.
"But you should've at least informed me, right?" She muttered.
He held her hand, drawing her closer to himself now.
"That's right, I'm sorry baby, it won't happen again."
Ivy's heart softened, she let out a deep breath, a smile slowly finding its way to her face.
She held the back of his neck as his chin rested on her stomach where he sat.
"I have something to tell you.." She muttered, smile still on her lips.
Ryder nodded for her to go on, his hand on her waist and eyes staring into hers with a smile on his face.
But just as she opened her mouth to speak, a knock came on the door, followed by a slight push.
"Oops.. did I interrupt something?" Sheila muttered finding her way towards them.