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
"Does this mean I have two mothers?" he inquired.I was taken aback when Marco asked me, his brows furrowed with confusion as he asked about Sofia, whom he referred to as "mom."My heart skipped a beat, and my blood began to boil beneath my skin. I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself before responding."Marco," I said, my voice trembling with a mix of anger and frustration, "Sofia is not your mother. I am your real mother."His eyes widened in surprise, and I could see the flicker of doubt crossing his face. It was as if the foundation of his existence had been shaken, leaving him unsure of the truth he had believed for so long."Dad told me to call her mom. But she’s so very strict and bad," he said.Unable to contain my curiosity any longer, I leaned forward and blurted out, "How did Sofia...how did she treat you?"Marco's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions before he finally met my gaze. His voice was tinged with a hint of sadness as he began to recount of the events.Marc
Marcus narrowed his eyes, his expression morphing into a mix of disbelief and anger. He glanced at Elijah, who stood beside me, his face etched with confusion. I could see the wheels turning in Marcus's mind, trying to make sense of the situation."Well, Samantha," Marcus sneered, "I didn't expect you to stoop so low." His voice dripped with disdain.I swallowed hard, pushing down the guilt that threatened to consume me. This lie was necessary – a desperate attempt to protect Elijah from Marcus's wrath. I had learned Marcus manipulate and control those around him before. But today, I had made up my mind. No longer would I allow him to hurt the people I cared about.Elijah's grip tightened around my hand, providing me with the strength I needed. "Why don't you just leave us alone, Marcus?" he shot back defiantly.But suddenly, Marco's voice echoed through the air, catching both our attention. We turned to see him sprinting towards us, with Lydia close behind. My brows furrowed in disap