Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Little Ian, it’s getting late. I have to go now.”

“Alright,” came a flat response from Ian, who was playing a game in the room.

Sasha rose from her spot and proceeded to put on her socks, ready to leave.

“So will you be coming tonight?”

“What’s that?”

“You said you would come over every night to treat Daddy’s illness.”

Ian’s fingers did not stop tapping on the game controller while his eyes remained glued to the screen. With that listless demeanor of his, if Sasha had not been staying with the boy in the same room, she might have suspected that he wasn’t the one who said those words.

Sasha lowered her eyes. For a moment there, she thought about telling him that she would not be coming that night.

In fact, she would not be coming anymore. She didn’t want to treat his daddy’s illness again if she could help it.

But as she stood there gazing at the boy’s little head and then at the medicine left on the table, she nodded in the end.

“Yes, of course I’ll come. You should go to sleep after you put on your pajamas, understand? I will come to check on you as soon as I arrive, alright?”

The boy remained quiet.

He felt embarrassed now that his secret had been discovered.

But he nodded in the end before shifting his focus back to the game.

Sasha left the house after that, feeling relieved.

later, at

you are! I thought you don’t want

got there, her two little kids came running toward her. They leaped

did most of the

hand, just stood in front of his mother, carrying his

kids in her arms. “Now, why wouldn’t I want you two? There’s nothing I want in the world other than

“Really?”

Sasha a

merely

that something was amiss about their mommy. Her

possible that… Mommy went there again today, and something

beaming face immediately

brought them to the supermarket to get some groceries before going home. She had to prepare dinner for them, clean up after that and then make a trip to

thought of going back to that place,

you

“Sure, Mommy.”

said that, Matteo led his sister to the living room and took out their homework from their schoolbags. He spread out his sister’s homework, got out her pencil which had

phone call. Do your homework here, alright? Cover for me and don’t let

you calling? Is it

of large eyes widened in anticipation. The way her eyelashes fluttered made

so I want to ask

Bad Daddy! Alright, call him! If Daddy’s been bad again, then we’re kicking him

was definitely Mommy’s loyal fan. When she heard that Mommy was being bullied again, her chubby cheeks

his room

the number, there was already a text message waiting for him. He clicked on the message to realize that it was