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 went about

was a long-standing habit of hers. Sebastian never liked peeling oranges himself. He did not

whenever she went to see him in secret, she would peel an orange, cut them into several pieces, plant a toothpick on one of them, and slip the dish under his

I been doing

clearly. The first time she did it, she was in her first year

about the promise she had made to their eldest son. She

you help me serve

“Okay.”

Matteo, immediately rose and

stay here tonight, we still have to tell

coward for sending her eldest son out to

expose Mommy’s true intentions. At the same time, he was happy to do what he

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

gone into Mommy’s

the room with

When Ian got to

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

What’s Daddy doing?

room. “Daddy, what

had been feverishly flipping through the books as though possessed,

What am I doing?

moment ago had been so scary that he felt the urge to search for evidence. He could

what if he

book in his hands, lost in a daze. For a long time, he did not look away from the annotations scribbled on the pages

I want to stay here for