Marcus POV
When I got down to the lobby, there was no sign of Martrina.
I jogged to the parking area, but while doing so, my head kept turning around, and my eyes searched her figure to no avail.
Realizing she had already left, I got in my car and drove to the restaurant where I was supposed to meet Belle.
While driving, my brows furrowed. Until now, it has not sunk in my head that Martina showed up.
Her haunched face haunted me. I know I hated her, but something about her expression made me want to reach out and comfort her.
It was hard to maintain my stance.&nb
Martina POVIt was ten minutes to six. I half-run toward Marcus' apartment complex in a hurry. It was an upscale apartment building with a view of the harbor and quick access to downtown. I shrugged. What do I expect from someone as rich as Marcus?His taste is topnotch except for women because he chose me when he can have anyone he wants. At the thought, my expression soured. I remembered Marcus' expression when he talked on the phone. I was sure it was the same girl calling him when I was in his car. His caller ID says her name was Belle. I smirked.I was sure it was not his assistant, Belle. Call it a woman’s gut feeling. She was not a person related to his work. You don’t take calls from your assistant after having s*x with your ex-wife and tell her you miss her unless you are a total j*rk.The Marcus I remembered was not that kind of person. He was protective of his family and responsible. It was the reason I swallowed my pride and came to him after two years. He was the
Martina POVWe settled into some routine. Every day, I would come by at six am, and by lunchtime, I would have finished the household chores and left.On my second day, Marcus showed me the password to his unit so he would not have to get up from bed to open the door when I arrived.I was surprised because it was our wedding day.I didn’t know if he really kept the date all this time or if it was some ploy to get a rise out of me.When I glanced furtively at him the first time he showed me, his face did not have any expression. If he had forgotten or was simply faking it, beats me.
Martina POVAfter pocketing the small brown envelope Marcus handed me containing my salary for the week, I stared at his closed door, debating within myself.I shook my head and walked away, deciding to write a note to him instead, and stuck it to the fridge.The note says I am leaving for the day.I was hesitant to face him and bid him farewell after he slammed the door shut in my face.The note will suffice. It would just be for when he looks for me, which I highly doubt.Marcus steers clear from me.
Martina POVI took the twins to my room to br*astfeed them and played with them for a while While Marky s*cks on my n*pple, I brushed back the hair that fell on his forehead tenderly and frowned. He feels a little hot to the touch. Holding him close to my chest, I reached the bedside drawer to take out the thermometer.99.5 F. He had a normal temperature but he sure felt warm to the touch. I pressed my cheeks to his forehead when he finished breastfeeding—still the same - unusually warm to my touch. He was also fussy, totally unlike him. Macy wobbled toward me in her cute legs. I placed Marky on the bed to br*astfeed Macy next. While she was s*ckling, I also brushed my hand on her hair, noting she was not as warm to the touch as her brother. Macy released my n*pple and rewarded me with a toothy smile.“Ma. Ma,” she said, pointing to me. I gushed, overwhelmed by happiness. “Yes. I am your mama.” Then she pointed to herself and said, “Me. Si.” I laughed.My baby is trying h
Martina POV“Are you hearing yourself? You are going to give away your children? What kind of mother are you?” Marie hissed.She was shaking her head and looking at me like she did not know me anymore.Tears brimmed my eyes. “You think I am that cruel?”Marie remained silent.I felt like I had to fill the air to explain.“I think I was doing the best for all the people I love. I don’t deserve them.”Marie’s face contorted.&n
Martina POV“Your baby’s first molars are coming out. It usually happens between 13 and 19 months.” The doctor concluded after checking up on Marky.“What about his twin?” I asked and looked at Macy.She and Marky were playing, but she looked gloomy and not her usual sunny self.“Oh, she does not have a fever. But let’s go see her, too.”The doctor checked her up as well. Apart from that, the doctor advised for blood and urine tests for both kids.“Just to be on the safe side.” He assured me.&nb
Martina POV“It’s good you have decided to stay with the kids,” Marie approvingly commented when she knocked on my door a while later. I pulled a face and gestured to my twins hanging on to me like Koala bears. Their arms clung to my neck and legs. “How can I go like this? I could not even leave them to p*e.” I complained, laughing a little at my predicament. “The kids missed you. Since they were born, you were by their side. Taking a job with your ex took a toll on them, too.”Her remark made me feel guiltier. But I have no choice. I have to work so the three of us will survive. The money I saved before went to finance my pregnancy, and I had to move around a lot to evade my family. I heard they were looking for me.“Don’t take it to heart, Martina. I am just stating a fact. I do not doubt if given a choice, you would stay by their side.” Marie added.She tapped my shoulder in assurance.Marie must have sensed the guilty look on my face and was quick to retract her words.I am
Martina POVEmpty beer cans and whiskey bottles that littered the floor were what greeted me the moment I got inside Marcus’ apartment unit.My nose twitched. Not because the room stinks but because of something else. Seeing Marcus looking like this, I felt deep regret washed over me. Why have we come to this, Marcus?I lifted my head toward the ceiling, taking in a moment of clarity, but couldn’t because Marcus’ state glared at me. I felt deep sadness for what I have done. I wanted to blame fate, but who am I kidding? It was all my fault. I was a horrible person for doing this to the man I love. I hurt him. So bad. I thought it was the best choice to leave him. I thought leaving him would spare him from my family's evilness. I did not believe that he would suffer in this magnitude. My babies did not know their father. I was alone caring for Marky and Macy. I deprived my son and daughter of their father because I thought I was saving him from my family’s evil intention, bu