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Tuesday

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Wednesday

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Instead of traditional wedding vows, Martin and Laila had borrowed a few lines from an old poem that spoke of eternal love and the promise to bring peace to each other's hearts.

But there was also a cautionary note woven into this text: "They will try to the end because they have sworn so. Grant that they also wish so." It was a reminder that commitment required not just duty, but genuine desire. Lately, Martin had started questioning his vow. He struggled with uncertainty, unsure if his growing desire to let go and start anew was just a fleeting impulse or a sign that his heart and sense of duty were no longer in sync.

Martin: I'm having a really hard time understanding you and your actions. Is this your way of asking for help or getting my attention?

Laila: (whispers) Both. Martin: You have my attention; tell me what I can do to help you. Laila: Come back home. Martin: I can't do that. But. You'll continue seeing your therapist, and I'll make time to spend a few hours with you each week. Laila: (frustrated) Few hours? That's... (Martin interrupts)

Martin: That's the most I'm willing to do at the moment. Laila: (sighs) And what if this "married for a few hours a week" doesn't work? What if it drives us apart? Martin: (pauses) If it doesn't work... we shouldn't force something that isn't meant to work. Laila: (wraps her arms around Martin)

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Hopefully, someday, even beyond the trials of life, they will still whisper to each other in truth, "I love you.”

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Before Laila could reach out, Martin seemed to anticipate her intentions; he opened his eyes. Without a word, Martin shifted to sit on the edge of the bed, his movements slow but deliberate. After gathering his thoughts for a moment, he asked in a sleepy voice, "How are you feeling today?”

Laila: Tired, but better. Martin: Good. Laila: What are you doing here? Martin: (shrugs) Paying my debts? You were there for me when I made bad choices. Laila: And what's next… when your so-called debt is paid? Martin: A clean slate. Next page. I don't know.

Laila's pounding headache made it difficult for her to fully grasp Martin's words. Before she could gather her thoughts, Martin had already moved on to the next topic.

Martin: So what happened? Laila: I'm not sure. Martin: Hmm… Just chugged a few bottles of wine like it was water? Laila: (rolls her eyes) Maybe the drink before the last one should have been the last one… Accidents happen. Martin: I refuse to believe you accidentally had one too many. Laila: (irritated) You're not even fully awake, and you're already interrogating me. Martin: Now you know how I used to feel.

Martin seemed concerned, yet he made no effort to approach the situation with tenderness or delicacy. Laila tried to read his tone and expressions, but her senses felt dull, incapable of picking up on the subtleties. This left her with a sinking feeling that the outcome of their conversation was out of her control.

Laila: I tried to numb the pain. Martin: And did it help? Laila: No…

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The first rays of morning light gently flooded the room, casting a soft glow that stirred Laila from her sleep. Despite the extended sleep, she still felt drained.

As her senses slowly awakened, she became painfully aware of everything her body had been through the previous days. Her muscles were stiff, her throat dry and sore, her eyes swollen.

Laila inhaled deeply, steeling herself for the day ahead. It was then that she caught a familiar scent in the air—a blend of woody and spicy notes, unmistakably Martin's cologne. In her half-awake state, she hadn't even realized he was there. Turning to her other side, she saw Martin lying next to her. It wasn't a dream or wishful thinking—he was really there.

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Friday

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Martin couldn't tear his eyes away from Laila. Her makeup was smudged. Instead of her usual cascading curls, her hair hung straight, tucked behind her ears. But what really caught his attention were the hospital slippers she was wearing.

Laila looked scared and weary but ready for a fight, much like a stray cat she had often compared herself to.

Finally, Martin turned his attention to the doctor, who explained that Laila's medical history could be reviewed online. Martin couldn't help but detect a hint of sarcasm in her words, a subtle jab at their earlier exchange. Despite the undertone, he nodded and thanked her for the assistance.

As soon as the doctor left, Laila started walking towards the exit, her pace picking up with every step. Martin, sensing the urgency, trailed closely behind. When they stepped outside, Martin reached out and gently grasped Laila's arm, stopping her.

Martin: Where are you running? The car's on the other side. Laila: (pulling her hand away) I don't need your help. Martin: (disagreeing) This isn't the time to be stubborn.

The small spark of defiance that made Laila pull her hand away from Martin faded just as quickly as it had ignited. A sense of confusion replaced it. She stood frozen.

Martin: Laila? Laila: (voice trembling) I'm tired. Martin: I can see that. Just let me help you.

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Thursday

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Martin sank into his usual spot at the kitchen table. It was where he'd usually start his day with a cup of coffee or lose track of time working on projects late into the night. He used to call this house home. But now, even though everything looked the same, something felt off. He couldn't shake the feeling of being out of place, like he didn't belong there anymore.

Hours passed, and Martin felt the growing burden of his other obligations. Reluctantly, he made his way to their former bedroom.

Seated on the edge of the bed, he placed his hand on Laila's arm, hoping she would wake.

Laila: (voice heavy with sleep) You're still here? Martin: It's getting late, I have to go. Laila: Can't you stay? Martin: No, but I can come back bright and early. Laila: No need. I'll manage. Martin: Okay.

Martin sat there for a bit, gently stroking Laila's arm—a gesture born of countless nights spent comforting her. However, this time, it felt different, almost forced, lacking the ease and spontaneity it once had.

Minutes slipped by, and Laila's breath grew quieter. Martin observed her peaceful form before standing up. As he approached the door, a sense of hesitation gripped him. "What if I stay? Would it change anything," he asked himself.

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Sunday

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Hope was right—Laila and Martin's relationship was much more thrilling at the beginning, before the monotony of daily life set in. There was a constant battle between resistance and temptation. It was also true that Martin's unexpected accident had given Laila a chance to take more control over their relationship and even over Martin himself.

Laila: You should have become a writer because you do know how to make up stories. Hope: (sighs, disappointment in her voice) If you want to lie to me, go ahead, but don't lie to yourself. (stands up to leave) Laila: Where are you going? Hope: (firmly) I'm in no mood to waste my time. I came here because I thought you needed support, but you just wanted me to back your nonsense. You should know me better…

As Laila watched Hope's car fade into the distance, her initial shock became simmering resentment. Hope had refused to be an enabler, choosing to confront Laila. But Laila clung firmly to her victim narrative, refusing to acknowledge that her worldview might be skewed, her actions flawed. She was the victim, and those closest to her were rooting for her downfall.

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It was Saturday afternoon. The clouds had replaced the morning's bright sun, casting somber shadows over the backyard. Laila had invited over Hope, who had settled into the plush cushions of the backyard couch, enjoying freshly brewed tea.

Hope had been Laila's friend for years. She was the kind of friend who would stand by you through thick and thin, fearless and fiercely protective. Her loyalty ran deep. However, Hope's commitment to truth was equally unwavering. She held no reservations about speaking candidly, even when she knew her words would cut deep.

Hope: (disappointed) Laila… What is wrong with you? Laila: What is wrong with me?! Hope: Martin should be given a medal for his patience.

Laila: Are you on his side?! Don't forget, you're my friend. Hope: I'm not taking sides; I'm just stating the facts. Your suspicions are baseless. It's no wonder he took off. Laila: (through gritted teeth) My suspicions are not baseless. Hope: Really?! So, what are they based on? Let's think about it… He's gone out of his way for you. You've got a thriving career, a beautiful home, and your own wheels. Before him, you were struggling, directionless, and lacked skills. Laila: (starts to retort, but Hope interrupts) Hope: I love you with all my heart, but you were not a great catch. And yet, he still wanted to be with you. Laila: (voice trembling, struggling to control her emotions) Let me remind you - you never trusted him. Why are you defending him now?! It's like you want him for yourself!

Hope: (spits the tea back into the cup, pauses) My god, Laila, did you hear what you just said?! Seriously, have your screws come loose? Laila: (glares at Hope) Hope: (sets her tea down) You know what I think? I think you're bored. You wanted a normal life, but now that you have it, you're sabotaging it. Why? Because normal isn't as exciting as drama and dysfunction?

Laila: (defensive) Maybe your screws are a bit loose… I love my life with Martin. Hope: Do you? Or did you love it more when he pushed you away? Admit it, Laila, you enjoyed the chase. And when he returned from that trip... more broken than ever. It was like winning the jackpot for you, wasn't it?

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One could immediately sense the cozy atmosphere by stepping inside Dr. Olivia Vella's office. The room was bathed in the gentle glow of a floor lamp, casting warm shadows on the walls adorned in pastel hues. It was a carefully crafted sanctuary for unraveling the intricacies of the mind. Dr. Vella herself was a reflection of the serenity of her office. Her presence radiated a genuine warmth that invited trust as if she were a guide ready to accompany others on their journey of self-discovery.

Despite the comforting ambiance, Laila found herself on edge. The walls seemed like they were closing in on her. The floor lamp's warm glow was like a spotlight. The sofa felt like it was made of pins and needles. Laila thought with horror how these would be the longest 50 minutes of her life.

Olivia: (sensing Laila's discomfort) It's okay to feel uncomfortable. You know, when I first sought therapy, I felt like the room was trying to swallow me. I kept fidgeting because it felt like the only way to keep me from sinking inside the chair. Laila: (gives Olivia a skeptical look) Olivia: Why don't you tell me what brings you here today?

Laila: (guarded) I'm here only because my husband thinks I can't handle my problems. Olivia: I appreciate your honesty. It takes courage to come here, even if it's not by choice. Can you share a bit about what's been happening in your life? I'm here to listen, not to judge or push you into something you're not ready for. Laila: (crosses her arms) I don't need to spill my guts to a stranger. I've handled things just fine on my own. Olivia: I understand you might feel that way. We don't have to go to your deepest thoughts. Maybe we can start with something more surface-level, like what's been on your mind lately?

Laila: (pauses, then reluctantly) My husband thinks I'm crazy and need fixing. But I'm not broken. I don't need him or some stranger poking around in my head. Olivia: (nods understandingly) It sounds like a lot of pain and frustration surrounds your relationship with your husband. Laila: (irritated) I'm frustrated because he's cheating and refuses to admit it! First, he started telling me how I needed help, then suddenly, he just packed up his things and left, like I had done something wrong. Now he refuses to talk to me unless I come here twice a week…

Olivia: That's undoubtedly a challenging situation. Could you share when you first started having doubts about your husband's fidelity? Laila: It's been building up for a while. He's been staying late at work or finishing up work things until early morning and then sleeping on the couch. Also, he's always on his phone. He has liked his job since day one, but less than he does now. And I know how he works. So, saying he needs more time to finish things doesn't apply to him. Olivia: It must be incredibly distressing to witness these shifts. Have you tried expressing your worries to him directly? Laila: He claims he's just working, providing a better life for us... building his legacy... But I know him. He's slipping away, and I can't understand why.

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Monday

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Olivia: Other than the changes in his work habits, have you noticed anything else that might contribute to these feelings?

Laila: (pauses, reflecting) He eagerly supported me in accepting a new job offer and leaving his company. Olivia: Can you elaborate on why his support might contribute to your concerns? Laila: He was almost too eager, as if he was pushing me out. Olivia: When he supported your new job, did he express any specific reasons for his enthusiasm?

Laila: Opportunities and growth… how his company was simply a stepping stone for me to aspire higher and realize my true potential. I heard something similar at home... work harder and aim higher. But it was just a way to make me notice less... (realizes she has said too much)

Olivia: It's not uncommon for people to have similar behavior but different motivations. Maybe you could share more about your family? Laila: (defensive) No. Olivia: (softly) It's perfectly okay if you're not ready to delve into that. Your feelings and experiences are important, and when you're ready to explore them, I'm here to listen. In the meantime, is there anything else on your mind that you'd like to share? Laila: (impatiently) You've heard more than you need.

Besides the impatience in Laila's tone, Olivia noted other signs of unease in Laila's demeanor. Initially, she had settled into her seat with a fairly relaxed posture and flawlessly manicured nails. However, as the conversation unfolded, a shift occurred—Laila's shoulders tensed, rising almost to her ears, and her once impeccable nail polish now adorned only half of her fingers.

Olivia: We still have some time left, but if you feel you're ready to end for now, we can do so. Laila: I'm done. Olivia: It's normal for these sessions to bring up difficult emotions; you may feel exhausted and as if you never want to talk again. But I appreciate your willingness to share today. And I hope I see you again when you are ready to continue. The goal is to work together at a pace that suits you.

Laila barely let Olivia finish her sentence, promptly rising from her seat. The urgency to exit the room far outweighed any consideration for leaving a good impression. Besides, Laila had no plans to return here, so who cares what a stranger thinks about her.

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It was mid-morning on Thursday. Just 2 hours ago, the hustle and bustle could be heard from every corner of the building, but now, only the steady hum of a laptop fan could be heard from the kitchen.

Martin had decided to work from home due to his lack of interest in human interaction. Instead of focusing on the screen, his gaze was fixed on an empty spot on the wall. The chime of an incoming message burst the bubble he was in. With a quick, almost instinctive motion, Martin's attention shifted from the wall to the glowing screen of his phone. It was a text from Laila. "I did what you wanted. You can come back home now." Martin's eyes narrowed at the phrase, "I did what YOU wanted." A subtle but powerful indication of Laila's interpretation of the situation. For her, Martin's request to go to therapy was a checkbox, and she had just ticked it.

One minute turned into two; two turned into three while Martin tried to suppress his resentment. Eventually, with a mix of wry humor and defiance, he replied, "Nine more times, and you'll get a free coffee." He refused to conform to Laila's expectations, especially when her desire to commit to solving problems was close to zero.

A knot tightened in Laila's stomach as she read the words on the screen. She had hoped for a reply laced with approval, or maybe a hint of sympathy, or a flicker of hope that Martin might reconsider his demands. But instead, she got another stark reminder that she had pushed Martin's patience to its limits. Things are going to be his way or no way at all.

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