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!

placed a hand on the floor to push herself upright, stumbling slightly as if having woken up from a deep

Hurry

in her

were already blue from the cold as she stuck a trembling arm out, waiting for a taxi to

get to my

It was getting late.

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 realize that she’d left the house

Never mind.

Ian’s already

of the window, she couldn’t help

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

“Miss, we’re here.”

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

the sight of her bedraggled appearance let him down, she even had

the mansion, she saw that it was completely dark except for a few lamps lighting up the

Little Ian

above her head, she considered walking

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

he ended up