Marco proudly showed me his Lego castle, beaming with joy."Wow, Marco! You're a fantastic builder," I complimented, tousling his hair."Can I go play with Tommy?"he inquired eagerly, eager to reunite with his friend after his time in recovery."Let me just take your temperature first, alright?"I responded, reaching for the thermometer."Your temperature is normal, my love. You can go play with Tommy," I said, giving him a tight squeeze before he dashed off.I stood there, mesmerized by the sight of him running towards Tommy, their laughter echoing through the room. It was a moment of pure bliss, one that I had feared would never come."Thank you, universe," I whispered, a tear of gratitude rolling down my cheek."Samantha, are you alright?" Marcus asked, entering the living room."I'm fine. Just overwhelmed with emotions," I replied, flashing him a grateful smile."I understand. These past few weeks have been challenging for all of us," he said, settling down beside me on the couch.
The sunlight streamed in through the curtains, announcing the arrival of a brand new day. Slowly, I opened my eyes and gazed around my bedroom, feeling a sense of comfort in the familiar surroundings. Stretching my arms, I couldn't help but grin at the memories of last night - my son Marco's fifth birthday celebration.Turning to my side, I saw my little boy still peacefully asleep. I softly brushed his cheek and whispered, 'Happy birthday, my darling.' Marco stirred and slowly woke up, his eyes lighting up with joy as he saw me."Mommy, I'm five now!" he exclaimed, his excitement bubbling over."Yes, you are, my little champ. Are you happy?" I inquired, already aware of the answer.Marco's smile widened as he nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, super happy! Thank you for the awesome birthday party last night, Mommy and Daddy." He turned to look at his father, who was still fast asleep on the other side of the bed.I felt a rush of warmth and happiness whenever I thought about my partner,
My anger surged through my veins, and I couldn't resist confronting him. I was well aware that her earlier words lacked sincerity."Are you trying to prove that you're a better mother to Marco? Marco is my son, and I am his only mother! I won't let you forget that," I asserted."Well, let me remind you that you abandoned him for years," she retorted."I had my reasons, Sofia! And you were the reason!" I exclaimed passionately.Suddenly, Marcus's voice interrupted us from behind, "What's happening here?"I noticed the concern and uncertainty in his eyes as he glanced back and forth between us. Inhaling deeply, I made up my mind to break the silence."Marcus, there's an important matter I'd like to talk to you about," I stated, meeting his gaze."What's on your mind, Sam?" he inquired, his tone laced with worry."After speaking with Sofia, I heard something that didn't sit right with me," I began cautiously, selecting my words with care."What exactly did she tell you?" Marcus questione
"I had a dream where you betrayed me with Sofia," I confessed, attempting to calm my emotions.Marcus embraced me tightly and reassured me, "It was just a dream, my love. You know how much I love you. Sofia means nothing to me."I returned the hug, but my mind was still filled with thoughts of the unsettling dream. The feeling of betrayal and insecurity lingered within me. Despite Marcus' comforting words, a hint of jealousy arose whenever Sofia's name was mentioned.However, as Marcus held me close and whispered words of love, I gradually began to relax. I knew deep down that he was being truthful, but doubts still plagued my mind. Trusting him completely was a challenge, especially considering my past experiences with Sofia."I promise you, Samantha. Sofia is nothing more than a distant memory to me. You are the only one I love and want to be with," Marcus assured me, gently kissing my forehead."I know, I know. I trust you, Marcus. It's just...my past with her still haunts me at ti
My jaw dropped in disbelief. How could he be so oblivious to the gravity of the situation? With a forced smile, I mustered all the strength I had to maintain my composure."Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence," I said, my voice laced with sarcasm."What brings you here, Elijah? And why on earth are you in such a sorry state?" He stumbled towards me, his words slurring together."Oh, Samantha, my dear. It's been too long," he mumbled.I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his audacity."You do remember that we broke up, right? Or did that conveniently slip your mind?" I retorted.His laughter filled the air, but it was empty, devoid of any genuine emotion."Come on, sweetheart. Let's have some fun. I miss you," he slurred, his eyes glazed over.My heart raced with anger and disbelief. This was the same person who had betrayed me, and now he had the audacity to use me for his own pleasure?Not a chance. I was not about to let him get away with it."No, Elija
I informed Marcus after dinner that I would take Marco to his room for him to rest. Once I settled Marco in his bed, I sat beside him and gently brushed his hair with my fingers."Goodnight, my little prince," I whispered, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.Marco mumbled, "Goodnight, mommy," his eyes already heavy with sleep.As I prepared to leave the room, I heard a knock on the door. I turned to find Marcus standing there, his hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face."Can we talk?" he asked, his voice filled with hesitation.I let out a sigh, knowing that this conversation was long overdue. After all, we had been divorced for over a year now and had barely spoken to each other since then."Sure," I responded, closing the door behind me and leading him to the living room."I'll pick you up from work. I'm worried that Elijah might harass you again," he expressed with concern.I defended Elijah because I knew he wasn't in the right state of mind.Marcus stared at
"What?!"Marcus frowned.Elijah sneered and retorted, "She belonged to me.I have every right to fight for her."I was in disbelief. These two men, whom I once cared for, were now battling over me as if I were some sort of trophy. I wanted to scream at them, to make it clear that I was not an object to be claimed. But before I could speak, Marcus stood in front of me, protecting me from Elijah."She's not a possession for you to reclaim. She's a person with emotions, and she chose to be with me. Respect her choice,"Marcus asserted.Elijah's jaw tightened, his eyes burning with anger as he glared at Marcus."You have no idea what you're talking about. She was never truly yours. She was just using you to forget about me."I was shocked by his audacity.I couldn't believe what Elijah was saying about our relationship. Watching his behavior made me doubt everything. "I cared for Marcus, and I care for him still. He was there for me when you weren't. He's the one who helped me heal my broken
Sofia's eyes lit up as she saw Marco running towards her, calling out "Mommy Sofia!" I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she hugged him tightly."Hey Samantha, it's been a while," Sofia said, glancing around the room.Putting on a smile, I responded, "Yes, it has. How have you been?"Sofia shrugged, "Same old, same old. But enough about me, how's my little man doing?" She turned her attention to Marco."I'm good, mom," Marco replied.Despite my irritation at her possessive tone, I bit my tongue. Marco was my son, not hers. I didn't want to cause any tension in front of him, so I simply said, "He's doing great. He's growing up so fast."Sofia's face lit up with joy, and she eagerly joined Marco on the couch. They immersed themselves in play, their laughter filling the room. It was evident that Marco cherished Sofia's presence, and a twinge of envy tugged at my heart. Despite being his mother, it seemed like Sofia held a special place in his heart, a bond that I yearned to sh
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