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.

“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 the

finally! There you are! I thought you don’t

half-past four was not considered late. But as soon as she got there, her two little kids came running toward

most of the

on the other hand, just stood in front of his

instantly cracked a smile. She squatted down and took her two precious kids in her arms. “Now, why wouldn’t I want you two? There’s nothing I want in the world other than the two

“Really?”

gave Sasha a tight hug and kissed

merely

boy could sense that something was amiss about their mommy. Her smile seemed rather

Mommy went

face

going home. She had to prepare dinner for them, clean up after that and

of going back to that place, she started to feel upset

the meantime, you and

“Sure, Mommy.”

took out their homework from their schoolbags. He spread out his sister’s homework, got out her pencil which had a butterfly figurine, and placed it nicely in front of her. After that, he whispered into

to make a phone call. Do your homework here, alright? Cover for me

are you calling? Is

anticipation. The way her eyelashes fluttered made her seem just so

that Mommy’s not in a good mood today, so I want to ask Ian

bad again,

being bullied again, her

to his room

text message waiting for him. He clicked on the message to realize that