Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover

He did not know what to do. Looking at the sick son in his arms, he felt a wave of anger and bitterness grew in him.

That fury intensified when he saw the photo of a glowing Sasha next to a bespectacled man in a posh city.

How could you be so cruel, Sasha?

Do you only think of the Wands and the Blackwoods? What about us? What about your three flesh and blood? Don’t we mean anything to you?

Sasha had a fruitful day. She was surprised Andy had asked her back to work after the humiliating confrontation the day before. Moreover, he also handed her a lucrative deal that enabled her to earn more than a million.

It was unbelievable, but she decided not to think too much about it. After all, she got the commission in hand.

“Tell me, Lennie, what do you want? I’ll buy it for you today.” Sasha happily asked Lance, who was just behind her, as they walked out of Wall Street with the commission safely in her account.

It was a promise she made to him at the hotel the day before, but she had been too busy to fulfill it.

Lance politely rejected her offer. “It is not necessary. I don’t need anything. Keep the money for future investment.”

Sasha was puzzled by his change in attitude.

she agreed to reward him the day before, but now he

since she preferred

him again, causing the

the million to

kept quiet and just headed

the next few days—working at Andy’s office in the day, and

received a call from

you trying to do, Sasha? Why do you keep sending us money? Are you trying to make up to us with

Jackson. I… I can explain.” She was flustered

to defend herself. “If you have the time, why don’t you spend it on your kids? Fancy abandoning them and then trying to act like a saint to us. Do you think we will appreciate this?” he added, before

in a daze as her eyes brimmed with tears. His harsh words echoed in

My kids…

the suppressed feelings and longing she had for her children poured out uncontrollably. With

“Hello? Wendy? I’m Sasha.”

Fancy receiving a call from you. It

taken aback by the hostile and sarcastic attitude from Wendy, who had

to recompose herself, then softly asked, “I’m