Sean pushed me back onto the couch. A sense of helplessness washed over me, the weight of his body pressing down on mine as his lips trailed kisses along my neck."Sean, please," I whispered, my voice tinged with desperation as I tried to push him away once more. "You need to stop."But he seemed oblivious to my pleas, his hands roaming over my body with an urgency born of desperation, seeking solace in the familiarity of our shared passion."Sean, listen to me," I urged, my voice growing more insistent as I struggled beneath him. "You need to go home. You need to sort things out with Lilia."He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of confusion and pain. "I can't," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I can't face her, Mollie. Not after what happened.""You're the one I love, Mollie.""But why did you ruin my trust?"My heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice, the depth of his pain mirrored in my own. But even as I long
"How's my sweetheart?" I asked Aoife while she was eating her favorite cereal. She looked up from her bowl with a big smile and said, "I'm doing great! I slept through the night and have been in such a good mood today." "I'm glad you did not have any nightmares," I said. While I fixed her clothes in the hospital cabinet, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. Aoife quickly finished her cereal and ran to open it, eager to see who was visiting. "Careful, sweetheart!" I called out as she rushed to the door, not wanting her to trip over anything in her excitement. "Let's see who's here to visit you," I said, following behind her with a smile. "Auntie Lilia!" Aoife exclaimed as she saw her aunt standing in the doorway, holding a bouquet. "I brought you these to brighten up your room," Lilia said with a warm smile, making Aoife's face light up even more. "What's brought you here?" I asked, curious about the unexpected visit. "I just want to see these precious little girls,"
"Who's that bitch?" a heavy stilleto clacked against the floor. I was about to stand up when Sean held me and made me hide under the table. I could hear the anger in her voice as she demanded to know who was there. Sean's grip on my arm tightened, silently urging me to stay hidden until she left the room.It's Lilia."What are you doing here, Hon?" Sean asked in a calm voice, trying to distract her from discovering my presence. He stood up and looked toward where Lilia was."I know you had your woman in here," she said accusingly, her voice filled with venom. Sean remained composed, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further. "Lilia, there's no one here but me," he replied firmly, attempting to protect me from her wrath."You did not go home last night. I'm sure you slept in her house.""I slept in one of my condos; you know that I can't stay in the house with you when you have that dirty mind," Sean said."You don't have another woman?" Lilia's voice quivered with hu
Sean didn't listen to me; he gently stroked Aoife's hair. She was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the tension in the room. My heart raced as I waited for his response."I know that she's mine." The room fell silent as Sean's words hung in the air. The truth was finally revealed. I watched as Sean's expression softened, his gaze meeting mine with a hint of regret."I felt it." Sean's eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions, but I couldn't bring myself to look away.Aoife woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she stirred from her sleep. She looked up and saw Sean, her father, standing beside her."Mommy?" she whispered, confusion evident in her voice. "Who's this?" she asked.Sean sat down beside her, his voice gentle as he explained, "I'm your daddy, Aoife." Aoife's eyes widened in realization, a smile spreading across her face as she reached out to him."Mommy, you bring Daddy to me?" she turned to me with a hopeful look in her eyes.I was about to say no when Sean interrupted, "Ye
"It's fucking different, Mollie. It's my child we were talking about," he retorted, his eyes flashing with hurt and frustration."My child would not be sick if you hadn't been such a selfish mother," he added.The tension in the car was palpable, thick with unspoken resentment and unresolved emotions. I could feel Sean's eyes burning into me, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.I felt something boiling inside my body. My ears perked up at what he said. My palm, which I had been preventing from landing on his face, when I saw him caring for Aoife earlier, like he did not abandon us, hit him."Your child?" I looked at him and tried not to smirk at what he just said. "Last time I checked, you weren't even there when she was born," I pointed out, my tone dripping with sarcasm."You have no right to slap me in the face with your words on how I should be raising my child," I continued, my anger bubbling to the surface. "You may have helped create her, but you certainly hav
I groaned as the sound of the bell pierced through my sleep, dragging me from the depths of dreams into the harsh reality of another day. I glanced at the clock groggily, noting the early hour. Dawn was just breaking, casting a soft glow through the curtains. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I stumbled out of bed, my body protesting the early hour. If this is one of my daughter's stupid matches, I will confiscate her iPad for the whole week. "Aoife!" I called her name, my voice filled with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. The thought of dealing with her antics before I even had a chance to fully wake up was almost too much to bear. Aoife had made it her mission to find me love, believing that I deserved happiness just as much as she did with her iPad. And so, every morning, I greeted these strangers at my doorstep with a fake smile plastered on my face and my heart heavy with the knowledge that I would have to endure another day of awkward conversations and forced connections.
I could feel my heart rate increasing as I struggled to maintain my composure. Despite the flood of emotions rushing through me, I managed to respond, "I think it's best if you leave." He does not age; his face is still striking, with a rugged charm that draws attention wherever he goes. His deeply tanned skin speaks of days spent under the sun. He has an air of mystery about him, with piercing dark eyes that seem to hold a thousand untold stories. "Can we just talk for a minute?" he asked, pointing at the patio, where my mini table is. It was meant for Aoife playtime during the afternoon. There was a big name for Aoife on the table. She drew it when she was younger. I hesitated, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected appearance. His presence stirred up memories I had tried to bury deep within me. As much as I wanted to hear what he had to say, I knew it was a conversation best left in the past. "We have nothing to talk about," I said firmly. "I want to see my daughter," he c
A mother's duty was to care for her children, ensuring they were fed, clothed, and loved unconditionally. She also took on the responsibility of teaching them important life lessons and instilling values that would guide them through their lives. We are here again in the four-corner white room, with the familiar smell of antiseptics and the sound of machines beeping in the background.I don't want her here, but she has grown up here, and she needs to be here for her health and well-being. She was a little fighter from the moment she was born, overcoming every obstacle with a strength that amazed everyone around her.I immediately came closer to her when I saw her waking up, her eyes slowly fluttering open as she looked up at me with a small smile. I gently hold her hand. As she squeezed my hand, I knew she was going to be okay. The bond between us was unbreakable, and I would do anything to ensure her happiness and health."You are already late for your class," I jokingly said, trying
"It's fucking different, Mollie. It's my child we were talking about," he retorted, his eyes flashing with hurt and frustration."My child would not be sick if you hadn't been such a selfish mother," he added.The tension in the car was palpable, thick with unspoken resentment and unresolved emotions. I could feel Sean's eyes burning into me, his words hanging heavy in the air like a dark cloud.I felt something boiling inside my body. My ears perked up at what he said. My palm, which I had been preventing from landing on his face, when I saw him caring for Aoife earlier, like he did not abandon us, hit him."Your child?" I looked at him and tried not to smirk at what he just said. "Last time I checked, you weren't even there when she was born," I pointed out, my tone dripping with sarcasm."You have no right to slap me in the face with your words on how I should be raising my child," I continued, my anger bubbling to the surface. "You may have helped create her, but you certainly hav
Sean didn't listen to me; he gently stroked Aoife's hair. She was sleeping peacefully, unaware of the tension in the room. My heart raced as I waited for his response."I know that she's mine." The room fell silent as Sean's words hung in the air. The truth was finally revealed. I watched as Sean's expression softened, his gaze meeting mine with a hint of regret."I felt it." Sean's eyes were filled with a mixture of emotions, but I couldn't bring myself to look away.Aoife woke up, her eyes fluttering open as she stirred from her sleep. She looked up and saw Sean, her father, standing beside her."Mommy?" she whispered, confusion evident in her voice. "Who's this?" she asked.Sean sat down beside her, his voice gentle as he explained, "I'm your daddy, Aoife." Aoife's eyes widened in realization, a smile spreading across her face as she reached out to him."Mommy, you bring Daddy to me?" she turned to me with a hopeful look in her eyes.I was about to say no when Sean interrupted, "Ye
"Who's that bitch?" a heavy stilleto clacked against the floor. I was about to stand up when Sean held me and made me hide under the table. I could hear the anger in her voice as she demanded to know who was there. Sean's grip on my arm tightened, silently urging me to stay hidden until she left the room.It's Lilia."What are you doing here, Hon?" Sean asked in a calm voice, trying to distract her from discovering my presence. He stood up and looked toward where Lilia was."I know you had your woman in here," she said accusingly, her voice filled with venom. Sean remained composed, trying to diffuse the situation before it escalated further. "Lilia, there's no one here but me," he replied firmly, attempting to protect me from her wrath."You did not go home last night. I'm sure you slept in her house.""I slept in one of my condos; you know that I can't stay in the house with you when you have that dirty mind," Sean said."You don't have another woman?" Lilia's voice quivered with hu
"How's my sweetheart?" I asked Aoife while she was eating her favorite cereal. She looked up from her bowl with a big smile and said, "I'm doing great! I slept through the night and have been in such a good mood today." "I'm glad you did not have any nightmares," I said. While I fixed her clothes in the hospital cabinet, a knock on the door interrupted our conversation. Aoife quickly finished her cereal and ran to open it, eager to see who was visiting. "Careful, sweetheart!" I called out as she rushed to the door, not wanting her to trip over anything in her excitement. "Let's see who's here to visit you," I said, following behind her with a smile. "Auntie Lilia!" Aoife exclaimed as she saw her aunt standing in the doorway, holding a bouquet. "I brought you these to brighten up your room," Lilia said with a warm smile, making Aoife's face light up even more. "What's brought you here?" I asked, curious about the unexpected visit. "I just want to see these precious little girls,"
Sean pushed me back onto the couch. A sense of helplessness washed over me, the weight of his body pressing down on mine as his lips trailed kisses along my neck."Sean, please," I whispered, my voice tinged with desperation as I tried to push him away once more. "You need to stop."But he seemed oblivious to my pleas, his hands roaming over my body with an urgency born of desperation, seeking solace in the familiarity of our shared passion."Sean, listen to me," I urged, my voice growing more insistent as I struggled beneath him. "You need to go home. You need to sort things out with Lilia."He paused for a moment, his eyes meeting mine with a mixture of confusion and pain. "I can't," he whispered, his voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. "I can't face her, Mollie. Not after what happened.""You're the one I love, Mollie.""But why did you ruin my trust?"My heart ached at the raw vulnerability in his voice, the depth of his pain mirrored in my own. But even as I long
I forced a tight-lipped smile in response to Emmanuel's casual remark, the warmth in his tone feeling like a cruel mockery of the turmoil churning inside me. "Yeah, sure," I managed to reply, my voice strained with a mixture of resentment and pain. "Catch up soon."Emmanuel walked away, his steps echoing in the hollow space left by our unresolved past. I felt the weight of all those buried memories crashing down on me once again."Sean, listen to me, please." I'm begging him in his office,"Why are you here? Do you want some money?" Sean's eyebrows were shot as he got some cash from his wallet and threw it all over my face.Tears welled up in my eyes as I wiped the cash from my face, the sting of Sean's words cutting deeper than any physical pain."Sean, please, just listen to me," I pleaded, my voice trembling with desperation. "I know what you saw, but it wasn't what it seemed. Emmanuel -"Sean cut me off with a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with anger. "Emmanuel? What's your excu
I immediately went to the bathroom to clean every part of my body, trying to rid myself of the lingering touch of his hands and the taste of his lips on mine. I knew deep down that I shouldn't be giving in to his advances, but the pull of his body against mine was intoxicating. As I scrubbed my skin raw in the shower, I couldn't help but wonder how I had let things go this far. I needed to find the strength to resist him, to stop this dangerous game before it consumed me completely. I dried myself before I went back to the counter. My coworker looked at me with a question in her eyes: why was my hair wet and my eyes red? I shrugged it off with a forced smile, not wanting to burden her with my struggles. Sean just came here to tease me, and after he said those words, he made me leave his car with some cheesecake all over my body. I scanned the room, taking orders and chatting with customers. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a familiar face in front of me. It was someone I hadn'
Aoife's wishes still lingered in my mind, even though I was here at work. I left Aoife in the hospital because she couldn't go out until she got better. I need to work for her treatment and also to pay back Sean's money. I can't shake the guilt of leaving her alone, but I know that working hard is the only way to ensure she gets the care she needs.The cafe was not as busy as usual; I was the one who was assigned to the counter for tonight. As I took orders and served customers, I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease in my chest. Aoife's pale face and weak smile haunted me, reminding me of my responsibility to take care of her. I tried to focus on the task at hand, but my mind kept drifting back to the hospital room where I had left her.The chime of the bell above the door brought me back to reality, and I forced myself to push aside my worries and concentrate on my work. I plaster a welcoming smile.I greeted the new customers with enthusiasm, "Welcome to our store! How can I as
I went back inside the hospital after the thing I did in the parking lot. I did not agree with Sean's explanation for why he was cheating on her wife. Cheating is never justified, no matter the circumstances.I found Aoife peacefully sleeping in the hospital bed. I went to the bathroom first to wash my mouth after the sin I committed. I face myself in the mirror, and all I can see is the dirt from my body that only I can see."You are a stupid, dirty, and unfaithful friend, Mollie," I whispered to myself.I splashed some water on my face, trying to wash away the guilt and shame that had consumed me. I repeatedly did it when I realized that my clothes were wet from the water splashes. My eyes met my reflection once more, this time with tears streaming down my face, reflecting the pain and regret I felt when I accepted his money."Stupid!" I slapped my face hard enough to wake me up from the nightmare I had been living in."Bitch!" I slapped my face again. I should be the one who knows