I informed Marcus after dinner that I would take Marco to his room for him to rest. Once I settled Marco in his bed, I sat beside him and gently brushed his hair with my fingers."Goodnight, my little prince," I whispered, planting a soft kiss on his forehead.Marco mumbled, "Goodnight, mommy," his eyes already heavy with sleep.As I prepared to leave the room, I heard a knock on the door. I turned to find Marcus standing there, his hands in his pockets and a serious expression on his face."Can we talk?" he asked, his voice filled with hesitation.I let out a sigh, knowing that this conversation was long overdue. After all, we had been divorced for over a year now and had barely spoken to each other since then."Sure," I responded, closing the door behind me and leading him to the living room."I'll pick you up from work. I'm worried that Elijah might harass you again," he expressed with concern.I defended Elijah because I knew he wasn't in the right state of mind.Marcus stared at

Sofia's eyes lit up as she saw Marco running towards her, calling out "Mommy Sofia!" I couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy as she hugged him tightly."Hey Samantha, it's been a while," Sofia said, glancing around the room.Putting on a smile, I responded, "Yes, it has. How have you been?"Sofia shrugged, "Same old, same old. But enough about me, how's my little man doing?" She turned her attention to Marco."I'm good, mom," Marco replied.Despite my irritation at her possessive tone, I bit my tongue. Marco was my son, not hers. I didn't want to cause any tension in front of him, so I simply said, "He's doing great. He's growing up so fast."Sofia's face lit up with joy, and she eagerly joined Marco on the couch. They immersed themselves in play, their laughter filling the room. It was evident that Marco cherished Sofia's presence, and a twinge of envy tugged at my heart. Despite being his mother, it seemed like Sofia held a special place in his heart, a bond that I yearned to sh

I groaned and reluctantly grabbed my phone, contemplating whether to pick up or not. A part of me was tempted to just ignore the call and go back to sleep, while another part was curious so I get up and saw Marcus calling."Hey Sam, could you come downstairs for a moment?"Marcus' voice sounded eager, piquing my interest."Alright, give me a minute,"I responded, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.I quickly changed and made my way downstairs, still feeling drowsy. As I entered the living room, I was taken aback by the sight of a beautifully arranged table with candles and flowers in the middle."What's all this?"I inquired, my eyes widening in surprise.Marcus grinned and pulled out a chair for me. "I wanted to surprise you. I want to make it up to you. I love you," he confessed."Thank you. I love you too,"I replied with a smile.I chuckled and motioned towards the table. "I got your favorite Chinese food. And maybe I took a little wine from your liquor cabinet."I couldn't resist laughin

Suddenly, a voice resonated from downstairs, belonging to Marco."Mommy, Daddy!" he exclaimed, his face beaming with a bright smile.Marcus and I exchanged smiles, filled with joy at the sight of our precious child. "Good morning, my sweetheart," I greeted Marco, embracing him tightly."How did you sleep?" Marcus asked, playfully tousling Marco's hair."I slept really well! I had a dream where we all went to the zoo together," Marco exclaimed with excitement."That sounds like a delightful dream," I responded, my heart warmed by his innocence.As I gazed upon my son and Marcus, memories of Elijah's words flooded my mind. He seemed determined to prevent our happiness. Did he have some sinister plan or ulterior motive? I resolved to speak with him later, to clarify things once more.I arrived at the mansion where he was temporarily staying and knocked on the door. He opened it, clearly surprised to see me."Can we have a conversation?"I inquired, maintaining a calm tone.Elijah hesitat

I paused briefly, debating whether to share my thoughts with her. However, her compassionate gaze persuaded me otherwise. After a nod, I sipped my tea and began to reveal my concerns."I...I had a moment of weakness and slept with my ex-fiancé, Elijah, last night," I confessed, overwhelmed by guilt.Betty's face remained stoic, though I could detect a hint of surprise."But aren't you engaged to Marcus now?" she inquired cautiously.With a deep breath, I explained, "Yes, I am, and I regret my actions. Elijah has been causing issues for Marcus and me, and I thought that by giving in to him once, he would stop bothering us."Without any delay, we were startled by the sound of tiny footsteps racing down the staircase. In an instant, Marco burst into the kitchen, his face radiating with joy."Mommy, mommy! Look what I discovered in the backyard!"he exclaimed, proudly displaying a small, grimy object in his hands.Despite the slight interruption, I couldn't resist smiling at his contagious