Unspoken Desires

Three Weeks Later: Richard's POV

I had been a witness to my parents' marriage, they had their ups and downs. They had moments of bliss and their challenges but my marriage was a whole new level of awkwardness. For three weeks, Nita had barely said more than ten words to me at a stretch, all of them strictly professional or random things like dinner is ready, I made breakfast, I am going to my parent's house.

I'd wake up to the faint smell of her perfume and fresh coffee with breakfast she had prepared before breezing out the door. Ypi would think as a couple that worked in the same building, she would want to save on fuel expenses. At work, she was sharp and focused, we saw each other during meetings. If she needed something, she would send her assistant to me.

And the reports she submitted? They were nothing short of genius. My father was practically singing her praises to anyone who would listen.