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?

Sasha’s face as

at her, “Now do you get it?

tightly that her knuckles turned

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,

too deeply into it. You may be a jack of all trades, but you’re a master of none. I’m

grown so furious

did you bring me

when you “died”? Do you know the pain that everyone who cared

his tirade, Sebastian’s tone had

to rip her up into pieces even as he watched her

could I ever forget Frederick

years ago, even when his own son didn’t like

besides that, he never really talked

family. When the Wands had become bankrupt and Sasha’s mother passed away from the shock of her father being in jail, her aunt had taken up the responsibility of looking after what remained

repaid her

to block Sebastian’s words out.

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

is the

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

agony clawed at her from the inside, completely consuming