"Quick, call the doctor!" I exclaimed, my voice filled with panic.In a frenzy, Marcus shouted for the doctor, urgently summoning them to the room. The doctor and nurses rushed in, their presence bringing a sense of urgency to the situation.Kneeling beside his mother's bed, tears streamed down Marcus' face as he pleaded with the doctor to save her. The desperation in his eyes was palpable, the fear of losing his mother forever consuming him."Please, Doc, you have to save my mother's life," he cried, his voice filled with desperation. "I'm begging you."In that moment, all the anger and resentment I had towards Marcus faded away. The only thing that mattered was the fragile state of his mother's life, and we both found ourselves praying for a miracle.Drawing closer to the bed, my gaze fixated on Marcus' mother. She appeared so delicate and pale, her breaths shallow and feeble. My heart raced as I watched the doctors frantically work to revive her.Turning to Marcus, I placed a comfo
I was taken aback by his question. After all he had a courage to say that? After the pain he caused me? I couldn't believe he was asking me this now. But I could see the sincerity in his eyes and I knew he needed an answer.I swallowed my own saliva and my heart beat suddenly stopped due to the tension. We just looked at each other, the silence between us growing heavier.But before I could answer, we were interrupted by a little boy's voice. We both looked behind and saw our son Marco crying. He ran towards us and I could see the fear in his eyes.“Marco,”we uttered. “Dad, mom, I had a bad dream,”he cried.I immediately got up and went to comfort him, while Marcus followed close behind. We both hugged our son, trying to calm him down.As I held Marco in my arms, I couldn't help but think about how much he resembled his father. He had the same dark hair and piercing blue eyes.I saw how much of a daddy's boy Marco was and it melted my heart. Despite the tension between us, I couldn't
I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt in my chest. How could I answer such a complex question from my young son? How could I tell him that sometimes, things change and people drift apart?Before I could come up with an answer, my phone rang. I apologized to Marco and told him that I needed to take the call. It was from Elijah and I didn’t expect he would come here to visit me.“Wait for me here, son,”I said to Marco. As I answered the phone, I could feel Marco's sad eyes on me. He was always so perceptive, even at his young age. I tried to keep the conversation with Elijah short, but he wanted to let me know that he was outside the house. He wanted to drop by and see me.“I’m here waiting for you outside the house,”Elijah said.“Wait,” I replied.I hung up the phone and turned to Marco, I told him about Elijah. But I’m wondering about his reaction. He was just silent and obviously not interested to see him.“Daddy Elijah is here, son,” I said. I quickly made my way downstairs to
Unable to believe what I was seeing. Memories of the past flooded my mind and I could feel the anger building up inside me.I shook my head, trying to push away the negative thoughts. Marcus never changed.He was always the same, always chasing after her. And here I was, with our son, in front of me.“Let’s go, Marco,” I said, my voice shaking with anger as I grabbed my son’s hand and pulled him towards me.I wanted to get out of there as soon as possible before I did something I would regret.“Wait, where is dad, mom?” Marco asked, confused by my sudden urgency.“He’s waiting outside,” I lied, not wanting to tell my son what I saw.Just then, I heard Marcus calling out my name from a distance.“Sam! Sam!” Marcus called me.I didn’t want to hear him, but Marco stopped and pulled my hand, his eyes sparkling with excitement.“Wait, mom. Daddy is there oh!” he exclaimed, pointing towards Marcus.I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down as I stopped walking. I didn’t want my son t
I was taken aback by his suggestion. Was he serious?I couldn't help but wonder why he was suddenly suggesting this now.But before I could voice my thoughts, he continued, "What do you think, Sam?” “I don't think Elijah will agree with this.” I responded.“Sam, this is not all about Elijah but our son,” he told me.I looked at Marco and I saw the disappointment in his eyes at my reaction.“Okay. I think we can celebrate it in the house with his friends,” I suggested, hoping to find a compromise.But Marcus had a different idea in mind. “We can bring his friends to the resort. One of your resorts. You can show our son how nice the resort you own is. He will inherit that soon, so I think he must experience it on his birthday,” he said, his smile turning into a sly grin.I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at his words. Was he trying to manipulate me again? Marcus had a habit of using his charm to get what he wanted, and I had fallen for it countless times in the past.“Mommy, I
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. Marcus had always been good at manipulating me, making me doubt my own feelings. But not this time. Not anymore.“If you have no respect for me before, at least respect my relationship with Elijah,” I said firmly, my eyes locked with his.Marcus's face contorted in anger. “What relationship? You barely know him. He's just your lover, I'm still your husband"I couldn't help but laugh at his words. “You really think that's all he is to me? Marcus, you never understood me. You never saw how much I loved Elijah, even when we were still together now”Marcus's jaw dropped in shock and I saw the pain in his eyes.“Calm down. I’m just kidding,” he said but obviously pretending.I shook my head, feeling pity for Marcus. ”I won't let you ruin my happiness now,”With that, I turned around and walked away and left him at the veranda. Marcus was just a distant memory now, a reminder of the pain that I had finally let go of.As we walked away, I cou
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He dropped this bombshell on me.“What? No!” I exclaimed, my heart racing with shock and confusion.“We clearly agreed that you will sign the divorce after this.”Marcus let out a sigh, his expression serious.“Yes, that's the question. Did you really do what I want?”he asked, his voice laced with frustration.I could feel my anger rising. I could see his devilish side emerging again, the one that I had grown to despise over the years. He was a selfish and manipulative man, and I was done dealing with him. All I wanted was to be free from this stupid marriage and start a new life with Elijah, the man who had truly shown me what it meant to be loved and respected.“Fine. I’m sorry, okay?”I said desperately.“It’s my fault. But please don’t do this to me. This is so very important to me,”I begged him.He keep his silence while he was looking at me seriously at those time.I heard he took a deep breath before spoke.“Are you really willing to do ever
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. The name that escaped his lips hit me like a ton of bricks. Sofia. Just the sound of her name sent a wave of pain through me, twisting my heart and churning my stomach. I shouldn't have been surprised, I mean, she was the one he was talking to. But it still hurt. It always hurt. And yet, a question lingered in my mind. Why did they broke up together?I'm completely perplexed by this situation and I'm desperately seeking answers to understand the reason behind it. All I could think about is that they were married when I departed. If only they were, then our failed divorce wouldn't be causing me so much trouble. Or perhaps it's solely because our divorce didn't work out?Now, here I was, trapped in this loveless marriage with Marcus. It felt like a cruel twist of fate.I tried to shake off the emotions, reminding myself that I was marrying Elijah. That was all that mattered. We were happy and in love, and that should be enough. But deep down, I cou
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