When Alexis’ parents forced her to marry Robert, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. Later, Alexis broke the one rule her husband gave her and entered the room he warned her about, unleashing secrets she wasn’t prepared for.
I couldn’t understand why my parents wanted me to get married before I found someone myself.
“Alexis,” my mother said, “Robert is a catch. He’s a wealthy man who will take care of you. You wouldn’t even have to work.”
I couldn’t refuse. My father had made it clear.
“You marry Robert, Alexis,” he said, puffing on his cigar. “Or you can figure out your own living arrangements.”
In a sense, Robert was my prince charming. Our family had a bakery, which was losing customers because we had no gluten-free options on the menu.
“We will continue to bake what we know,” my father insisted.
Our marriage was definitely an arranged one. Robert’s demeanor was cold, and he refused to let me get to know him properly. I don’t know how my father arranged our connection.
Our wedding was a spectacle of Robert’s affluence, nothing short of extravagant. Robert’s wedding planner had thought of everything.
My wedding dress was a custom piece that he commissioned for me. But even through our wedding planning, we barely spoke.
“I’m looking forward to being married,” he admitted one evening, a few days before the wedding.
“But I don’t know what I’m doing,” he added.
That was the closest Robert had gotten to letting me in.
Two days after our wedding, I moved into our new home.
“Come, I’ll show you around,” Robert said.
He took me around our home, a mansion boasting luxuries I’d never imagined before: sprawling golf courses, a shimmering swimming pool, and a fleet of staff at our beck and call.
“It’s beautiful,” I said when we got to the kitchen. “Everything is beautiful.”
“Now, Alexis, this house belongs to you too,” he declared with a hint of pride.
I smiled at the stranger standing in front of me. Maybe we were going to make something of our marriage.
“But one thing, Alexis,” he said. “There’s one rule. The attic. Never go in there.”
I nodded at Robert. I couldn’t fathom why I wouldn’t be allowed anywhere in the house. But I also recognized that I didn’t know my husband well enough yet. So, I had to obey.
A few days later, Robert went to a meeting, leaving me alone in our massive home.
Driven by curiosity stronger than any warning, I found myself ascending the stairs to the attic. My heart pounded with a mix of fear and excitement. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time.
A quick in and out, I thought to myself.
Pushing the door open, I was met with a sight that sent me to my knees, tears streaming down my face. I didn’t know why I was crying. I didn’t know why I felt confusion and relief at the same time.
The attic, dimly lit, seemed to be a vault of my husband’s hidden memories. Childhood toys lay scattered, each carrying untold stories. Old postcards and photographs of Robert’s life before me. Among the relics were letters from a young boy to his father, a soldier away at war.
“How dare you come in here? Now, I have to change the locks in my own home because my wife does not respect my requests?”
Robert’s face turned red with rage.
“I just want to understand,” I stammered. “I just want to know you, Robert.”
Slowly, his rage dissolved, and he seemed to see me as a companion in his world, instead of the intruder he had made me out to be.
“Alexis,” he said, “Come, let’s sit.”
Robert led me to the living room.
“My father was a stern man. He was a soldier and he believed in keeping emotions locked away. These are the only things I have of a time when I felt loved,” he confessed.
My heart caught on his every word as his voice broke.
What followed was a revelation of his soul. Stories of a lonely childhood, of a boy yearning for his father’s approval, unfolded in our home.
In those vulnerable moments, I didn’t see the distant, cold man I had married but a boy who had never stopped seeking love and acceptance. He just didn’t know how to go about it.
In those few hours, things changed. Robert started letting me in. And now, years later, our home is filled with the cries and laughter of our daughter, April.
Through our daughter, Robert healed. He healed for himself, and for our daughter.
We’ve packed away everything from the attic, so it is no longer a shrine to Robert’s past but is now my little reading nook.
Evidence of Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck Splitting Up Comes to Light
In 2022, Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck exchanged vows in a hurried Las Vegas ceremony. Unsettling rumors are circulating now that the pair may be getting a divorce. In order to comprehend what is going on, let’s get into the specifics.
Some reports claim that Ben Affleck has been living apart from his wife, Jennifer Lopez, at a different house. Reporters claimed to have seen him leave this house by himself several times.
In particular, the actor was spotted coming and going from a house in Brentwood, Los Angeles, that he seemed to be living alone. Affleck has reportedly been staying the night here, according to sources.
InTouch revealed earlier this week that Lopez and Affleck might be splitting up. According to the publication, Affleck had left their Beverly Hills marital residence. Although Affleck’s formal move out date is still unknown, it appears that he has been residing at his Brentwood house for a minimum of one week.
It’s interesting to note that over this time, Lopez and Affleck have both remained ring wearers. Despite their previous solo sightings at various events, Ben was conspicuously absent from Lopez’s side at the Met Gala last week.
His absence was attributed to “The Accountant 2” filming schedule conflicts with the event. However, the night before the Met Gala, Affleck was spotted in Los Angeles at Tom Brady’s roast. Additionally, Lopez has been spotted by paparazzi exploring Los Angeles without her spouse.
Lopez and her longtime producing partner were recently spotted house searching. At first, people thought she was looking for a new place to live with Affleck. There are now rumors circulating that she may be searching for a place to live alone.
The pair was last seen together in a photo in New York City back in March. They haven’t made any joint public appearances since then.
In terms of Affleck, he has been residing in Brentwood, the same community as his ex-wife Jennifer Garner and their three kids. According to reports, Affleck has been going to his kids’ events, which could account for his decision to stay in Brentwood and continue to be his children’s father.
Regarding these reports, neither Jennifer Lopez nor Ben Affleck have released an official remark as of yet.
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