"What kind of question is that?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion."In my next life, I would still choose to meet Elijah, Marcus," I declared, my voice filled with unwavering determination as I locked eyes with him.Marcus's gaze held a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I know you would. Elijah is a different kind of man, someone I am not," he responded.Looking into his eyes, a flicker of love still remained, despite the painful memories that flooded my mind. The mistreatment, the embarrassment, the betrayal - it all came rushing back. How could I ever trust him again?Although I longed to say yes, to surrender to the love that lingered, deep down I knew it would never work.Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of our son Marco waking up. We both turned to him, seeing him lying on the hospital bed with tubes and wires attached to his small body."Mommy, Daddy," he weakly called out, his voice filled with love and longing.Rushing to his side, we held his hands an
As I gazed into Marcus' eyes, I could see the same astonishment and bewilderment mirrored in his expression. Our son had just posed a question that caught us completely off guard, leaving us momentarily speechless."Mom, Can you?" Marco's innocent voice reverberated through the room, causing both Marcus and me to freeze in our tracks.Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate our son asking something like this. My face flushed crimson as I struggled to conjure up a response. However, before I could utter a single word, the doctor abruptly entered the room, interrupting the awkward moment."Excuse me," the doctor interjected, glancing between the three of us."I need to discuss Marco's treatment plan with both of you."A wave of relief washed over me as the doctor rescued us from the predicament of answering our son's unexpected query. I shot Marcus a grateful glance, silently expressing my gratitude for his unwavering support for our child.The doctor bestowed a kind smile upon me a
I observed as Elijah stormed out of the room, his jaw tightly clenched and his hands tightly balled into fists. I was well aware that I had made a mistake, but I couldn't simply let him leave without attempting to clarify myself."Sweetheart, please wait!" I called out to him, but he didn't even bother to glance back at me. I let out a sigh and turned towards my son, Marco, who was lying in bed. I couldn't leave him alone."Mom, just let him go. Leave him be," Marco advised me."Marco, sweetheart, I really need to talk to your Daddy Elijah," I pleaded, hoping to make him understand.However, he simply stared off into space, not acknowledging my words. A pang of guilt struck my chest. My thoughtless words had caused Elijah so much pain.I sat down on the edge of Marco's bed and gently held his hand in mine. "I'm sorry, my love. You can go back to sleep now and relax," I reassured him. As Marcus abruptly entered the room, my heart raced with anticipation. Without wasting a moment, I ea
As I listened to Marcus's voice echoing, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. "I'm sorry Marco, I know I haven't been the best father to you," he confessed. Confusion filled Marco's voice as he replied, "What are you saying, Dad?" But then, Marco's words surprised me. "You are the best father for me," he said, his sincerity shining through. Tears welled up in my eyes as I witnessed this heartfelt exchange between father and son. Despite the pain and hurt Marcus had caused, I couldn't deny that he was trying to be a better father. However, I couldn't let their moment continue uninterrupted. "Excuse me, guys. Did I disturb you two?" I asked, a smile on my face, trying to maintain a calm demeanor. "Oh, hey Sam. No, you're not disturbing us. Besides, Marco was actually looking for you," Marcus replied, his gaze shifting towards me. "Mommy, dad said that he's not a good father. He said sorry to me even though we both know that he's the best father in the whole world," Marco in
I was completely taken aback by Marco's question. It caught me off guard, and I could see the curiosity in his eyes as he searched for an answer. "Hey,mom?""Son, of course I love your dad just as much as I love you," I replied, trying to maintain a calm and reassuring tone."That's not what I see now,"he said.Marco's admission that he sometimes felt like I didn't mean it hit me hard. It was unexpected, and I could see the hurt in his eyes. It broke my heart to think that he doubted our love for him."Honey, that's not true at all," I reassured him, reaching out to hold his hand."Your father and I have a different kind of love, but we both love you more than anything in this world. Our love for you is just as strong."Marcus chimed in, placing a comforting hand on Marco's shoulder. "That's right, buddy. Your mom and I love each other, but our love for you is on a whole different level. You mean everything to us."A smile of relief spread across Marco's face as he nodded, understand
My heart raced as I anxiously inquired, "What happened? Is he alright?" My voice trembled with worry."He's fine. We just need to ask him a few questions about a minor incident at the bar last night. We have to hold him for questioning and he'll have to pay for the damages he caused," the Officer explained.I felt a mix of concern and disappointment for Elijah's actions. I desperately wanted to know the truth. Taking a deep breath, I looked at Marcus standing before me. "Could you please take care of Marco for a while?" I asked, trying to maintain a steady voice."It's an emergency, Marcus. Elijah is at the police station," I pleaded with him."What?!"I asked in disbelief."Elijah Is in the police station. I need to go now"I said.Marcus nodded, his face serious. "I understand. I'll take care of our son and find out what really happened to Elijah."Grateful for his understanding, I nodded. "I promise I'll inform you as soon as I have any updates.""Alright," he said, placing a reassur
"What?" I exclaimed, my brows furrowing as I locked eyes with him."Seriously?!" I added, disbelief evident in my voice."You know how I can love a man despite his flaws," I explained to him."But why did you leave me before? Don't you love me even a little bit?" he questioned, his gaze fixed on mine."You know I endured all the mistreatment from you before I finally gave up," I reminded him of all the pain he had caused me."Elijah never treated me that way, so he deserves my love more. You don't have the right to dictate what I should or shouldn't do," I asserted.Leaving him standing there, I hurriedly made my way to the room to retrieve my bank card. The damages caused by Elijah needed to be settled, and I wanted to do everything I could for my fiancé, who had always been understanding and protective towards me. He was my rock, my shield, and my armor.As I entered the room, I noticed Marco peacefully sleeping. Unable to resist, I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his forehea
I could hear the urgency in Marco's voice, and my annoyance quickly transformed into concern."What's the matter, son? Is everything alright?""I just really miss you, Mom," he replied.His words touched my heart, but I couldn't help but feel annoyed that it was his father who had prompted him to call me and ask me to come home earlier.Nevertheless, I remained calm as I spoke to Marco."Don't worry, I'll be there soon. Is everything okay with you and your dad?""Yes, mom. What time will you be home?" Marco inquired."As soon as I can," I assured him."Just wait for me there, my dear. Would you like me to buy you a cake?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood."Wow, I'd love that, Mom! Thank you!" Marco responded, clearly delighted by my offer.After ending the call, Elijah asked me who had called, and I informed him that it was Marco."Marco is waiting for me to come home. I really need to leave now," I explained.He smiled at me, his dark hair gently tousled by the breeze."I understa
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