Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

Sasha wasn’t sure how long she squatted there crying at the bus stop, but at some point, the light rain had turned into a downpour and drenched her completely. Spotting her, someone quickly approached.

“Miss, are you alright? It’s so cold out here, and it’s raining too. Don’t you want to go home?”

At the sound of the stranger’s voice, Sasha slowly raised her head which she was resting on her knees.

The stranger was a middle-aged woman in her forties, wearing a thick, padded-down jacket that had lint at the hems. Even from a distance away, Sasha could tell smell the odor of oil and smoke coming off the woman.

She had to be a stay-at-home mother or housewife.

Shaking her head, Sasha sniffled. “I’m fine.”

“Then, you should hurry back home. There’s probably someone waiting for you, right? Did you miss the bus? I’m telling you, young lady, there are no buses that come around here at this time. I’ll help you wave down a taxi,” the woman offered kindly.

“There’s really no need…” Sasha hurriedly shook her head, waving her hands in front of her.

The woman seemed to notice the sadness on Sasha’s face, she sighed as she offered some words of advice. “You look like you’ve been through a lot, kiddo. It’s alright. You’ll always run into problems in life, but the most important thing is that you get back up and face them head-on. Think of the people who loves you and waiting for you, alright?”

Sasha’s mind blanked.

The people who is waiting for me?

How could I have forgotten? There’s someone waiting for me. Even if my parents are gone and I’m estranged from my relatives, I have my kids waiting for me back home! There’s no one who needs me more than them!

upright, stumbling slightly as if having woken up from a deep slumber. “I

Hurry

woman smiled, shifted the bags in her arms, and started hurrying back to her own

cold as she stuck a trembling arm out, waiting for a taxi

my son. He’s

It was getting late.

feel any warmer even though the taxi’s heater was turned on. Pulling her clothes tighter around her, she tried to look for something to dry off her damp hair. It was only then did she

Never mind.

wonder if Ian’s already

the window, she

the late hour, there wasn’t a lot of traffic on the road. The drive to

“Miss, we’re here.”

of rich people before, so he couldn’t help but take a good look at

bedraggled appearance let him down, she even had to scrounge up

taxi. Turning towards the mansion, she saw that

Little Ian is already

only an umbrella above her head, she considered

come and visit him at night. If she didn’t show up, he might refuse to sleep and wait up in his bedroom in thin pajamas,

he ended