As he turned and left, the sound of his footsteps reverberated through the quiet house. I stood there, watching him depart, my heart weighed down by a jumble of feelings. I couldn't help but reminisce about the days when Marcus was a lively and joyful child, his laughter echoing through our home. The guilt consumed me as I thought about the sacrifices Marcus had made for my sake. He had endured countless sleepless nights and shed endless tears, all because I had prioritized my son's safety over his happiness. Now, I had to confront the repercussions of my choices.Despite the guilt and regret, a spark of anger still lingered within me. Marcus had also betrayed me by getting involved with Sofia and getting her pregnant. Although his actions stemmed from desperation, they had inflicted immense pain upon me."It's unjust," I murmured to myself."Why must I bear the weight of our mistakes alone?"Elijah's sudden appearance caught me off guard. I glanced at him as he stood there with a bo
Marcus POVIn the dim twilight of my once-beloved home, I found myself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions. My heart weighed heavy with a mixture of sorrow and determination. With trembling hands, I carefully packed my belongings, each item serving as a silent reminder of the shattered dreams scattered across the floor.Betty, our faithful maid, approached me cautiously, her eyes filled with concern."Sir Marcus, where are you headed?"I swallowed hard, the taste of betrayal lingering on my tongue. "I am leaving for Sofia."Her jaw dropped in shock. "Sofia? But... why?"Taking a deep breath, I prepared myself for the inevitable confrontation."I am going to be a father to her child."A mixture of pity and understanding softened Betty's gaze. "I know things have been difficult between you and Madam Samantha, but surely there must be another solution...""No, Betty," I interrupted, my voice weary beyond my years. "I cannot bear to witness her with Elijah in this house any longer. It is
I embraced Marco tightly, cherishing the moment. I had longed for him so deeply. He meant the world to me."Daddy, can we come home with you?" Marco inquired.I paused briefly. I was aware that Samantha might not approve of me taking Marco without her consent. However, I couldn't stand the idea of being separated from him any longer."Of course, sweetheart," I replied. "We'll go home with Daddy."I lifted Marco into my arms and headed towards my car. Betty trailed behind, wearing a worried expression."Sir Marcus, are you certain this is wise?" she questioned."Madam Samantha may not be pleased.""I know," I acknowledged."But I can't bear to be apart from my son any longer."Betty reluctantly nodded."I understand," she conceded."Just please be careful, Sir.""I appreciate it, Betty," I expressed my gratitude."Where are we headed, Daddy?"he inquired, his voice gentle and drowsy."We're going to the park, Marco," I responded."Remember, the place where we used to have fun?"A wide s
Samantha's expression softened briefly, then hardened again."You had your chance, Marcus. You chose to walk away. Now, you must accept my decision to move forward with my life.""Move on? By leaving and taking my son away from me?" I exclaimed, feeling a surge of panic."And you expect me to respect that?""Yes,"she responded, her tone flat. "Elijah and I have a great opportunity in another country with my job, and we're taking it.""You can't just take him away!" I argued."Marco is my son. I can't bear to lose him!""You've already lost him since I have custody," Samantha stated."Now, it's time for you to move forward," I stated firmly."Marco is my son. He's a part of me," I emphasized."He's also a part of me," Samantha countered."And I'm his mother. I have the right to make decisions about his life," I asserted."But it's not fair!" I protested once again."I love him just as much as you do," I pleaded."That may be true," Samantha acknowledged, "but it doesn't change the fact
In that moment of despair, I found a twisted solace in Sofia's arms. Despite the fact that she was already three months pregnant, I sought comfort in her embrace, desperate for a connection that could ease the pain Samantha had given me.As we made love, a mix of resentment and anger toward Samantha fueled my passion. I couldn't fathom how she could so easily cast me aside, denying me the right to be a father to my own child.But even as I sought solace in Sofia's arms, I knew it was a hollow victory. The love and bond I shared with Marcos was irreplaceable, and nothing could truly fill the void that Samantha's decision had created.As the night wore on, I lay awake, haunted by thoughts of my son. How would he grow up without a father? Would he resent me for not fighting harder for him? Questions swirled through my mind, leaving me with a sense of hopelessness.The morning after our night of passion and regret hit me like a ton of bricks. Waking up to the feeling of nakedness, my body
Days went by, and I got into the routine of visiting my son, Marco, at Samantha's place. He had only a few days left before she would be taking him to another country, separating him from me. Amidst my distress, I had been neglecting my duties at my coffee shop.One day, while sitting in Samantha's living room, my phone rang. It was the manager of my coffee shop, sounding worried."Mr. Marcus, I have some troubling news," he said. "Sales have been dropping consistently over the past few weeks."A chill ran down my spine. My coffee shop was my source of income, and its decline spelled trouble for me."How could this be happening?" I inquired, my thoughts racing."We've been analyzing the data, but there doesn't seem to be a clear reason," the manager responded."Foot traffic is down, and our online presence has also suffered."I let out a deep sigh. "I'll be there as soon as I can," I responded.After ending the call, I turned to Samantha. "I need to go," I informed her. "My coffee sho
Elijah's concern lingered in the air, weighing heavily on my mind as I sat at the migration office, diligently completing the necessary paperwork for myself, Marco, and Elijah. The pen felt like a burden in my hand, each stroke of ink a testament to the life-altering decision I was making.Leaning against the counter, Elijah observed me with a mixture of worry and curiosity. His voice pierced through the silence, cutting through my thoughts like a sharp knife."Are you absolutely certain about this, Sam?"His question hung in the air, laden with implications. Was I truly sure? It was a question that had plagued me for the past week, ever since I discovered that Marcus had impregnated Sofia. I couldn't bear the thought of him being near Marco while harboring a child with another woman."Yes, Elijah. I am sure," I responded, my voice unwavering despite the uncertainty that swirled within me."This is something I need. It's something we all need."I could see the worry etched on Elijah's
And now, as I watched Marco cry in anguish, I questioned whether it was right to uproot his life just to keep him away from his father. I’m so very confused at those times, torn between my anger and resentment towards Marcus and love for my son.Marcus had no right to be Marco's father after he impregnated Sofia. The words echoed in my mind, a bitter reminder of the pain and betrayal that had torn our family apart.I trusted him so much that he won’t going to cheat but he betrayed that trust, destroying everything we had built together.But even as I grappled with my anger and resentment, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if forgiveness was possible. Could I ever find it in my heart to forgive Marcus for his indiscretions? Could I let go of the pain and anger that had consumed me for so long, and move forward with my life?"It's okay, baby," I murmured, my voice trembling with emotion. "We'll figure this out together, I promise."Marco looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, his sm
After days had gone by, Marcus had fully recovered from the car accident. Samantha's promise to stand by him had filled him with a sense of warmth and comfort. She had vowed to never believe Elijah's lies again, after he had cunningly framed Marcus and made him believe he was the father of Sofia's child. This revelation had caused Samantha and Marcus to break up, but now they both realized that Sofia and Elijah had manipulated their lives out of an unhealthy obsession.One evening, as Marcus and Samantha sat together in their old house, the doorbell rang. Samantha got up to answer it, and when she opened the door, she was met with the sight of Elijah standing on the doorstep.“What do you want?” Samantha asked, frowning.“I need to talk to you,” Elijah said, his voice filled with desperation.“There's nothing to talk about,” Samantha replied.“You've already caused enough damage.”“Please, just give me a chance to explain,” Elijah pleaded.Samantha hesitated, her eyes fixed on Elijah
AUTHOR’S POVSamantha's face twisted in a mix of confusion and anger as she stormed out of bed towards the door, her heart pounding with emotion. When she laid eyes on Sofia, a sharp word escaped her lips."What brings you here, Sofia?"she demanded, her tone dripping with frustration.Sofia met her gaze, her eyes betraying a sense of remorse."I came to talk to Marcus," she murmured softly."I know what went down."Samantha's anger flared even more."Why are you even here?" she pressed, her voice rising."You know exactly why. You and Elijah orchestrated that whole mess, making Marcus think he cheated on me and got you pregnant. How could you do something like that?"Sofia's gaze dropped, tears welling up."I'm truly sorry, Samantha," she whispered, her voice trembling."None of this was supposed to happen. Elijah and I just wanted to split you and Marcus up. We never imagined it would spiral out of control like this. I never wanted to cause you or Marcus any pain."As Samantha absorb
As I diced onions for dinner, my thoughts drifted to the day's events. The presentation went smoothly, and I couldn't wait to celebrate with Elijah over a delicious meal. The scent of garlic cooking promised a tasty dinner.Just as I grabbed the salt, my phone rang, interrupting my focus. The unknown number made me pause, expecting a sales call. But a gut feeling urged me to answer.“Hello?”I answered cautiously.“Is this Mr. Johnson’s wife ?” a woman's voice inquired urgently.“Marcus Johnson?” I clarified, feeling a sudden unease.“Yes. I'm calling from Mercy Hospital. Your husband, Marcus Johnson, was in a car accident and is in critical condition.”The news hit me like a ton of bricks. 'What?' I gasped, barely able to speak. “Marcus?”“Yes, Ms. Johnson. He's in the ER with serious injuries. We stabilized him, but he needs surgery.”Tears welled up as panic set in. 'I'll be there,' I managed to say, my hands trembling.“Third floor operating room. Come to the front desk,” the nurse
As the sun's rays gently filtered through the curtains, the room was bathed in a comforting warmth. Slowly awakening from my slumber, I couldn't shake off the heaviness in my chest. The absence of my son, Marco, was a constant ache that lingered within me. However, today was a new day, and I was determined to mend things with Sofia.Quietly slipping out of bed, I made my way to the kitchen, where the enticing aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air. Sofia was already there, her lustrous dark hair flowing over her shoulders as she poured herself a cup."Good morning," I greeted her softly, stepping closer.She turned towards me, her eyes reflecting a mix of concern and warmth."Good morning, Marcus.""I've prepared breakfast," I announced, motioning towards the table."I hope you have an appetite."A smile graced Sofia's lips. "That's incredibly considerate of you."We took our seats at the table, and I observed her as she savored her meal, her eyes gleaming with pure satisfactio
1 month laterAs we arrived at our new home nestled in a charming countryside town, a mix of emotions flooded my heart. I had taken a leap of faith, leaving behind my painful past to embrace a fresh start in this unfamiliar land, accompanied by Elijah and my son.I couldn't help but notice a change in Marco's demeanor - a distant gaze and a loss of appetite. As he stepped out of the car, his small hand reaching for Elijah's, a wave of concern washed over me, gnawing at my thoughts."Are you alright, my love?" I asked, gently running my fingers through his hair.He looked up at me, his eyes holding a glimmer of sadness."I miss Daddy Marcus," he whispered.My heart sank at his words."I understand, sweetheart," I replied, trying to offer reassurance."But remember, Daddy will come to visit us soon, alright?" I fibbed, hoping to ease his longing.Marco's slow nod indicated that my attempt to console him had fallen short. Unloading the car, the contrast between our new home and the one
SAMANTHA POVFrom my veranda, I observed Marcus's car starting up outside the gate. A pang of envy hit me when I remembered he was staying at Sofia's place.Feeling bitter, I walked to my son Marco's room. He was sitting at his desk, deep in thought."Marco, honey," I started, "Did your daddy leave already? Are you finished playing?"Looking at me with his innocent eyes, Marco replied, "Yes, Mom. Mommy Sofia is sick in the hospital. That's why Daddy had to go."I was taken aback by a sudden wave of astonishment. "In the hospital? Why? What happened?"Marco nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea," he replied."Daddy didn't give me any details. But he assured me he'll be back soon."The gravity of the news hit me like a ton of bricks. Sofia, in the hospital? What could have transpired? Could it be a grave matter? Countless thoughts raced through my mind. Is the baby safe and sound?With a hint of uncertainty, Marco added, "He promised to call me later."The days stretched
As I hunched down, fingertips brushing against the edge of Marco's bed, the muted chuckles of my son resonated in the room, a melody of happiness in our modest abode."Marco!" I shouted, excitement coursing through me as I awaited his reply.The game of Marco Polo commenced, each call and response a ballet between father and son, a fleeting moment of joy amidst life's chaos.Suddenly, My phone buzzed persistently in my pocket.“Hello, who’s this?”I inquired."Mr.Johnson?" The voice on the other end was composed, yet tinged with urgency."This is Doctor Thompson from St. Michael’s Hospital. I’m calling about your wife, Sofia."Dread twisted in my stomach, a frigid wave of fear washing over me as I prepared for the worst."She’s not my wife but what happened? Is she okay?" I demanded, my voice betraying the turmoil within."She’s in the hospital. Your baby is unstable now," Doctor Nurse Thompson explained."Sofia was brought in a short while ago. We’re still evaluating her condition, bu
And now, as I watched Marco cry in anguish, I questioned whether it was right to uproot his life just to keep him away from his father. I’m so very confused at those times, torn between my anger and resentment towards Marcus and love for my son.Marcus had no right to be Marco's father after he impregnated Sofia. The words echoed in my mind, a bitter reminder of the pain and betrayal that had torn our family apart.I trusted him so much that he won’t going to cheat but he betrayed that trust, destroying everything we had built together.But even as I grappled with my anger and resentment, a part of me couldn't help but wonder if forgiveness was possible. Could I ever find it in my heart to forgive Marcus for his indiscretions? Could I let go of the pain and anger that had consumed me for so long, and move forward with my life?"It's okay, baby," I murmured, my voice trembling with emotion. "We'll figure this out together, I promise."Marco looked up at me with tear-filled eyes, his sm
Elijah's concern lingered in the air, weighing heavily on my mind as I sat at the migration office, diligently completing the necessary paperwork for myself, Marco, and Elijah. The pen felt like a burden in my hand, each stroke of ink a testament to the life-altering decision I was making.Leaning against the counter, Elijah observed me with a mixture of worry and curiosity. His voice pierced through the silence, cutting through my thoughts like a sharp knife."Are you absolutely certain about this, Sam?"His question hung in the air, laden with implications. Was I truly sure? It was a question that had plagued me for the past week, ever since I discovered that Marcus had impregnated Sofia. I couldn't bear the thought of him being near Marco while harboring a child with another woman."Yes, Elijah. I am sure," I responded, my voice unwavering despite the uncertainty that swirled within me."This is something I need. It's something we all need."I could see the worry etched on Elijah's