The Love that Never Really Dies

Dinner lasted for over an hour.

The meal might not be as rich as the food in hotels but, because it was entirely prepared by Sasha, the children showed their utmost support. They asked for seconds, even third helpings until they were completely stuffed.

“Ian, do you like Mommy’s meatballs? It’s made from shrimp.”

“Yes, I do!”

Ian stabbed the last meatball with his fork and nodded without hesitation when Vivian asked him.

The girl was happy to hear that.

She was Mommy’s loyal fan. She would support her mommy no matter what.

But when Vivian turned to look at Daddy to ask the same question, she was suddenly spooked by the look he had on his face as he stared longingly at the plate in front of him. Her face turned pale. She did not dare to say anything after that.

What’s Daddy looking at? Why does he look so scary all of a sudden?

It was as if Sebastian had just witnessed something unfathomable. Grave horror could be seen projected in those dark eyes of his!

What’s up with Daddy? Does he not like Mommy’s cooking?

The little girl had a bad feeling about it.

Sasha did not notice that. She was doing the dishes in the kitchen. The children, after they finished their food, had left a pile of dirty dishes for her to clean.

Therefore, she was not in the mood to take note of him.

she had looked his way, she might not have stayed calm while she

oranges himself. He did not like having the sweet, sticky feeling of orange juice stuck on his

went to see him in secret, she would peel an orange, cut them into several pieces, plant a toothpick on

I been doing

in her first year of elementary school. By the time he was sent abroad, she had graduated from

had made to their eldest son. She contemplated how she should tell Sebastian that

Ian, can you help me serve the

“Okay.”

been playing with Matteo, immediately rose and went to the kitchen to help Mommy with

tonight, we still have to tell Daddy, alright? Can you please take these grapes to Daddy

for sending her eldest son out

would not expose Mommy’s true intentions. At the same

While he was wondering where Daddy could be, he noticed that the door

gone into Mommy’s

the room with the

as he thought! When Ian got

table like he was looking for something. Several books on Mommy’s table, which was usually so neat and tidy, had been turned

What’s Daddy doing?

stepped into the room. “Daddy,

been feverishly flipping through the books as though possessed, froze when his son

What am I doing?

could be that the idea he hatched just a moment ago

what if he

a daze. For a long time, he

to stay