Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

“Why is Mommy coming?” Ian probed.

“Cause it’s a holiday, Matt! Have you forgotten? It’s Wednesday and the preschool is only open for half a day. Our teacher said they need to sanitize the place, so we must go home. That’s why I called Mrs. Grint and asked her to get you before time,” Vivian replied happily, still feeling proud of herself for saving her brother in time.

Matteo had given her Mrs. Grint’s phone number beforehand, so Vivian called the nanny and asked for her help to go look for Matteo.

She held Ian’s hand and skipped lightly into their classroom with him.

Their teacher spotted them and waved at them. “Hey, Vivian, I see you’ve got your brother. Come on, you two, get your bags and be ready to go home. Your mom’s almost here. Let’s go.”

“Yes!” Vivian’s crispy voice rang loud and clear beside Ian’s ears. He rolled his eyes as the girl went ahead and grabbed her bag.

Despite being exasperated, Ian found his surroundings intriguing. He had never been to a preschool, and all this was totally new to him.

Actually, it was not like he did not attend preschool at all. He attended the best preschool in Avenport. The environment there was impeccable; the facilities were top-notch, and the children came from affluent families.

His teachers were never down to earth and the kids there were never friendly. To be precise, it was almost impossible to make any friends.

Ian let Vivian had her way with him as she put Matteo’s bag on his back and they followed their teacher out to the entrance.

“Mommy’s here!”

Seeing Sasha from afar, Vivian squealed at the top of her voice as she ran towards her mother.

Ian went

trailed her steps, and he suddenly

who came to the house in the morning? I just parted

confounded as he looked at the two of them hugging each

you waiting for? Come to me! We’re going home,” Sasha cried out to him and waved

Matt today. Why isn’t he smiling? Is he angry?

and came over to check if Matteo

didn’t know y’all

and reached for his head,

Ian shied away

moment, she thought the boy standing in front of her was not Matteo, but the boy she saw in

“Matt?”

my own,” Ian told

take another look at her but walked past her towards

you really angry? But I have already apologized. What about I make it up to you? I’ll get you

at her apathetically from the corner of his eyes. “Yay! Mommy, I want a strawberry flavor ice-cream. Oh!

the time they reached home, Vivian and Ian had already finished their ice-cream and hotdogs. They even had a

that a

her face. Looking at how the girl was caressing her belly and licking her lips, Ian could tell she was a

this was what the two

the remaining egg tart in his hand, not knowing if