Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

My son!

That’s my other son!

Sasha was nearly in hysterics as she jumped at the chance to tell the boy the truth.

But at that moment, the piece of scum kneeling in front of Ian cut in, saying, “She’s no one. If you don’t want to go to preschool today, Luke can bring you downstairs to play and get a snack.”

Ian immediately nodded at the mention of food.

Sasha could only watch helplessly as Luke brought the child away.

“Why did you tell him I’m no one? He’s my son!”

“Oh, really? As far as I’m concerned, his mommy is dead. She has her own gravestone at the cemetery and everything.”

Sebastian walked over to the wine cooler to pour a glass of red wine for himself, elegantly drinking from it as he sat on a sofa in the living room and ignored Sasha’s presence.

Although infuriated, she knew deep in her heart that what he said made sense.

He’s right. From this son’s point of view, I’m dead. How am I going to explain things to him if I ask him to call me “Mommy”? Am I going to tell him I was actually alive after abandoning him all those years ago?

from Sasha’s face as she chewed

do you get it? Do you still want me to

her fists so tightly that her

that you want? If you don’t want our son to know I’m his mother, why did you bring me here? Do you still want me to diagnose you? I’ve told you before, I wouldn’t check to see what

all trades, but you’re a master

so furious

why did you bring me

suffering you caused when you “died”? Do you

tirade, Sebastian’s tone

her through narrowed eyes, resisting the urge to rip her up into pieces even as he watched her stumble

forget Frederick and

those years ago, even when his own

that, he never really

passed away from the shock of her father being in jail, her aunt had taken up the responsibility of looking after what remained of the

repaid her

Sebastian’s words out. “That was

to push the blame onto others! Things have ended the way they did because you agreed to the marriage! Having to sleep with you was bearable if I used drugs, but no one forced

man is

after having grieved over her death for five years, he would at least show some mercy, but all he did was rip her old wounds apart and causing more pain with his

gut-wrenching agony clawed at her from the inside, completely consuming