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?”

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!

to push herself upright, stumbling slightly as if having woken up from a deep slumber.

good. Hurry

woman smiled, shifted the bags in her arms,

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

to get to my son.

It was getting late.

tighter around her, she tried to look for something to dry off her damp hair. It was only then did she realize that

Never mind.

if Ian’s already asleep by

of the window, she couldn’t help but

of traffic on the

“Miss, we’re here.”

had never been to this famous residential area full of rich people before, so he couldn’t

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

that it was completely

mean Little

an umbrella above her head,

late hour because she’d promised Ian that she would 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

he ended up

What about now?