The Love that Never Really Dies

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?

chewed on her bottom lip. Sebastian noticed this and sneered at her, “Now do you get it? Do you still want me to tell him that you’re his mommy?” She clenched her fists so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Then what is it that you want? If you don’t want our son to know

on your deathbed!” she growled through gritted teeth. Sebastian shrugged, unperturbed. “You’re thinking too deeply

grown so furious that she quieted down. “Then why did you bring me here?” “You still haven’t figured it out? Sasha, do you know the suffering you caused when you “died”? Do you know

eyes, resisting the urge to rip her up into pieces even as he watched her stumble backwards. How could I ever forget Frederick and Aunt Sharon? Frederick Hayes had been endlessly kind to her all

and her 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

“Because of me? Hah, way to push the blame onto others! Things have

would at least show some mercy, but all he did was rip her old wounds apart and causing more pain with his mockery. The gut-wrenching agony clawed at her from