I’m Sorry But I Love You

“I don’t want to follow anyone else. I just want my mommy. Don’t leave me, mommy. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again…”

Catherine was initially feeling tensed, but she calmed down after being interrupted. She kneeled down and talked in a soft voice, “Mommy didn’t abandon you. You did nothing wrong. I have no work lately. Let’s go travel abroad for a few days.”

Catherine called Owen after reassuring Sophia, but no one answered.
She guessed he was going through a rough patch at work for not coming back the whole night.

Catherine had no time to ponder about it and she bought the tickets online and ordered a taxi. She immediately packed some clothes and took her notebook and graphics tablet with her.

Sophia was holding her baby shark doll, “Mommy, where are we going?”

“So I don’t have to go to school, is it?”

“Yes. But you have to let Lincoln tutor you on your homework.”

Catherine talked to Sophia as she moved the luggage to the door.

Then she went to the kid’s bedroom to take their daily essentials. The doorbell rang when she was almost done packing.
“Sophia, Lincoln, please help me open the door. It’s the driver.”

Sophia rushed over and stood on tiptoe to open the door, “Sir, you’re here to pick us up…”

“Lincoln, this driver looks so handsome. The most handsome driver I’ve ever seen.”

Sophia exclaimed as she looked at the driver with admiration, “Sir, you look like my brother.”

his face changed as he saw the man. He

not be the driver but Anderson Clark. She immediately rushed out

the room. Even though Catherine had guessed Anderson coming back, she would still be in fear and trembling to see him. She instinctively pulled

being so defensive, “Long time no see. Aren’t you letting me in?” Catherine felt a shiver down her spine, “Now isn’t

her, “Mr. Clark, I’ve called the

irritating for the first time hearing this title,

afraid that Mr. Clark has misunderstood. When Sophia and I were born, we didn’t have a father, neither now. Even if we did, it wouldn’t be

words were polite but detached, and it was annoying. Anderson was fretting for this kid, behaving exactly like his mom. “Whether you admit it or not, you’re

the most.” Lincoln was even calmer than

on the spot if the one speaking wasn’t Lincoln and

under the collar and

her arms, looking at Anderson, “The kids are mine. It has nothing

do with me?” Anderson got closer and whispered in Catherine’s ear, “Could

shaky voice, “I had already given birth to the children,

in prison for three years and her

was itched to

stepped back, and his slender fingers lifted Catherine’s chin, “That’s what you deserve!” Catherine felt

here for?” Catherine looked up, “Why are you being such a bitch, Mr. Clark?” She finally used the phrase that Anderson

compared to her four years ago. The gentleness she used to be was just her disguise. This was what she looked like, being hypocritical. Anderson loathed this kind of feeling, and he increased the strength of his hand, “You don’t know why I’m here? Who let you giving

side. She was about to push

to shake her off, but then realizeing that the child