"To what do I owe this unexpected visit?" I met his dark look at me. I am sure he's here to urge with me again. "You are really collecting sins, Dianna. You're the reason why we're suffering today!" he said softly but firmly then held me tightly by my arm. "Let go of me, Lucas," I ordered him threateningly, but he didn't listen. "Don't you have a conscience, huh? Because of what you are doing, our daughter is also suffering." I gritted my teeth, because he didn't want to let me go, so I was the one who removed his hand from my arm. "Ah, it's so surprising that you know that word. Why, Lucas? Do you have a conscience for everything you did to me? You hadn't, so why would I give you the quiet and happy life you want if you didn't let me to have it?" "The tables have already turned. Don't you like your situation now, it's your time to shine." "I'm not kidding, Dianna." My left eyebrow rose. "Oh, why? Who said we're joking here, Lucas? We're not." I saw how his jaw darkened, the

I continued to made them suffered. Every day my tiredness is relieved whenever I hear about them having difficulties.From a nice house to a cheap motel they are living. But of all the things that happened to them, the news that Roxanne stole something from a popular shop is the one I will never forget. Those are just some of the evidences that they are really suffering. "Nanny, who is that?" I asked, after I came out of my work office in my house and heard some yelling. "Ma'am, there are two people that are struggling to talk to." My forehead furrowed. I glanced at the watch on my hand. It's nine o'clock in the evening. "Alright, nanny. I'll take care of it." I walked towards the door and found Lucas and Roxanne still arguing. "What are you doing here? It's late at night, aren't you ashamed of my neighbors and you're still fighting here?" "I told you, Lucas. We shouldn't be coming here! Do you think this woman can help us, especially since she's the cause of all the troubl

I took a deep breath, as I decided to call him. It is just so stupid of me to believe that I can handle the fact that I will no longer have someone like Dylan Rios in my life. But then, despite the multiple attempts to call him, I didn't get a chance to reach him again. It was a night filled with remorse. I was leaning on the end of my bed with a box on top of my thigh where Dylan and I kept some of our photos that we had taken in New York and other countries where we had vacationed. In a cemetery where my unborn child is buried in, I put down my head and slowly caresses his tombstone. Sadness drew in my heart. "Sorry baby..." "Your Mom had been a monster. I'm a fool to think that you'll be proud of me in heaven. Maybe you're already embarrassing me there." I laughed bitterly, while I can feel the corner of my eyes hiding a tears older. "Your father hurt me so much, and the pain he inflicted on me grew into anger, and those emotions turned me into something I didn't want to