1 year later.As I sat in my room, surrounded by empty bottles of liquor, I couldn't help but feel like I was drowning. Drowning in my own misery and sorrow. It had been a year since my baby Dallas died and I still couldn't shake off the pain.My father's voice broke through my thoughts, “Please daughter, stop drowning yourself in liquor. Fix yourself please. You can't mourn forever because of your son's loss.“His words were like a slap to my face, awakening me from my numbness.“You don't know how I feel, Dad. You don't have the right to say that!” I cried, my voice filled with emotion.My father sat beside me, his hand resting on my shoulder. “I may not know exactly how you feel, but I do know that Baby Dallas wouldn't want to see you like this. He would want you to be strong for your other son.”"M..Marco?"I stammered when I remembered him.My father's eyes softened as he spoke again, “You still have Marco. Remember? He needs his mother now more than ever.”It was like a light bul
The guard looked confused and told us that he didn't know who Mr. Johnson was. He explained that the mansion was owned by the Villa Fuente Family and he had been working there for a year, but he had never heard of a Mr. Johnson. My heart sank at his words. Could it be that I had been led to the wrong place?But I couldn't give up now. I had come too far to just turn back. I insisted to the guard that Mr. Johnson was living here. I couldn't shake off the feeling that he was hiding something from me. Maybe he was afraid of losing his job if he revealed Mr. Johnson's whereabouts.“You're just being dishonest.I want to see and get my son from him,” I protested.But the guard was adamant and told us to leave.“Ma’am, I’m not lying. It seems you've arrived at the wrong address. You may leave now “he said emphatically.The gate suddenly opened and we saw a black expensive car coming out. We immediately moved out of the way and I saw a man who was not familiar to me. But I had to try, I had t
But suddenly, my phone rang and I saw Lydia's name flashing on the screen.I let out an annoyed sigh and rejected the call. I turned to look at Marcus, but he was gone. I searched the area frantically, but he was nowhere to be seen.“What the heck!”The phone rang again, and this time, I couldn't ignore it. I answered it, already preparing to scold Lydia for disturbing me. But before I could even say a word, she spoke first, her voice filled with panic.“Madam, your father rushed to the hospital!' she exclaimed.I was taken aback by her words. My mind went blank and I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I asked Lydia for more details, and she explained that my father had collapsed and was rushed to the hospital.I felt a wave of fear and worry wash over me.Inside the bar, I caught sight of Elijah making his way towards me."We've been waiting for you," he said."I'm sorry, but I have to leave. My father was just rushed to the hospital, and he needs me by his side," I responded, bidd
I was stunned to hear the voice of Marcus on the other line. My heart skipped a beat as I listened to his familiar voice. I couldn't believe it. It was him, after all these years.“Marcus?” I whispered in disbelief.I didn't even know what to do, so I immediately dropped the call. He called again, but I still ignored it.“Ms. Monte Verde. Why did you drop the call?” he texted me.I took a deep breath and answered the call. “I'm sorry, I was just caught off guard. What do you want?” I replied. “This is Mr. Marcus Johnson. I just wanted to invite you for a business proposal of my coffee shop in your Grande Resort. I hope you will consider it, and I promise you won't be disappointed,” he invited me.I was surprised when I read his text message. Is he owning a small coffee shop now? What about their construction company? My mind was racing with questions, but I couldn't bring myself to ask him.“Please reply,' he texted again, and I could almost hear the desperation in his voice.“I'll t
I looked at Marcus, my ex-husband while waiting for his answer.”Marco, she is your mother,” Marcus said, gesturing towards me.Marco's eyes widened in shock as he looked at me. He had grown into a handsome young man, with his father's dark hair and green eyes.“My mother?” he asked, his voice cracking with emotion.He is now my 4 years old son but he is really smart the way he talks.I nodded, unable to speak as tears continued to fall down my face. I had missed so much of his life, and now I didn't even know if he would accept me as his mother.“I-I'm sorry,” Marco stammered, looking at me with a mixture of confusion and hurt. “I-I don't understand. Dad.”“I know, son,” I said, my voice trembling.“I made a mistake when I left you. I've regretted it every day since then. I have my reason but I also lost the reason why”“Why did you leave us, mom?” Marco asked, his voice filled with pain.I took a deep breath, trying to find the words to explain. “It’s a long story,” I said because I
It's hard to fathom that he could just forget about me out of the blue, but unfortunately, that's the harsh reality. His eyes were clouded with confusion as he furrowed his brow."Stay away from me!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with fear and desperation."Dad, what's wrong?" I pleaded, desperately searching for answers."Have you suddenly forgotten me?""They can't kill Dasha," he muttered through his tears, his voice trembling with a mix of determination and anguish."I will protect her. I will protect her."My heart sank as I realized that my father's grief had consumed him to the point of delusion. The weight of his loss had distorted his perception of reality, leaving him trapped in a world where the past held more power than the present. It was a painful realization, one that left me feeling helpless and longing for a way to bring him back to the present.But I refused to give up on him. I would be his anchor, his guiding light through the darkness that had enveloped his soul.
I knew it was a manipulation tactic to make me change my mind about getting our son Marco from him.“What was that all about?” I said, my voice trembling with emotion.“It’s true, Samantha.” he assured.Marcus was silent for a moment. Then he said, “I love you, and I want you to know that. I know I haven’t been the good husband for you before, but I want to make it up to you now. I’m very sorry.” I apologized.His words caught me off guard, leaving me stunned. I never anticipated Marcus to reveal such vulnerability. I had always believed that he was manipulating me, playing with my emotions like a puppet on a string."Your lies are foolish and transparent. Cease your manipulations immediately. You cannot make a fool out of me. I am not the same Samantha you once knew," I declared with conviction."I will take Marco away from you!" I exclaimed, my anger fueling my words."Samantha, please," he pleaded desperately.Consumed by my rage, I abruptly ended the call. I needed to regain my co
I swiftly approached my son, Marco, enveloping him in a tight embrace. His expression clearly displayed surprise and discontent. "Hey," he grumbled. "Come with me, my dear. I will provide you with everything your heart desires," I assured him. "Where are we going? Will Daddy accompany us?" he inquired innocently. "No, my love. It will be just you and me, son. I aim to make amends and grant you a new home," I beamed at him. However, in an unexpected turn of events, he forcefully pushed me away and sprinted towards Marcus, embracing him tightly. "I want Daddy," he sobbed. As I gazed upon my son Marco, tears cascading down his face, my heart shattered. He pleaded with me not to separate him from his father, Marcus. I yearned to heed his plea, but I knew I had to remain resolute. I had to remove him from Marcus, regardless of the immense pain it caused. "No. You must come with me, son," I insisted. "Samantha, please do not coerce our son. He is too young to comprehend the entiret