As he turned and left, the sound of his footsteps reverberated through the quiet house. I stood there, watching him depart, my heart weighed down by a jumble of feelings. I couldn't help but reminisce about the days when Marcus was a lively and joyful child, his laughter echoing through our home. The guilt consumed me as I thought about the sacrifices Marcus had made for my sake. He had endured countless sleepless nights and shed endless tears, all because I had prioritized my son's safety over his happiness. Now, I had to confront the repercussions of my choices.Despite the guilt and regret, a spark of anger still lingered within me. Marcus had also betrayed me by getting involved with Sofia and getting her pregnant. Although his actions stemmed from desperation, they had inflicted immense pain upon me."It's unjust," I murmured to myself."Why must I bear the weight of our mistakes alone?"Elijah's sudden appearance caught me off guard. I glanced at him as he stood there with a bo

I embraced Marco tightly, cherishing the moment. I had longed for him so deeply. He meant the world to me."Daddy, can we come home with you?" Marco inquired.I paused briefly. I was aware that Samantha might not approve of me taking Marco without her consent. However, I couldn't stand the idea of being separated from him any longer."Of course, sweetheart," I replied. "We'll go home with Daddy."I lifted Marco into my arms and headed towards my car. Betty trailed behind, wearing a worried expression."Sir Marcus, are you certain this is wise?" she questioned."Madam Samantha may not be pleased.""I know," I acknowledged."But I can't bear to be apart from my son any longer."Betty reluctantly nodded."I understand," she conceded."Just please be careful, Sir.""I appreciate it, Betty," I expressed my gratitude."Where are we headed, Daddy?"he inquired, his voice gentle and drowsy."We're going to the park, Marco," I responded."Remember, the place where we used to have fun?"A wide s

In that moment of despair, I found a twisted solace in Sofia's arms. Despite the fact that she was already three months pregnant, I sought comfort in her embrace, desperate for a connection that could ease the pain Samantha had given me.As we made love, a mix of resentment and anger toward Samantha fueled my passion. I couldn't fathom how she could so easily cast me aside, denying me the right to be a father to my own child.But even as I sought solace in Sofia's arms, I knew it was a hollow victory. The love and bond I shared with Marcos was irreplaceable, and nothing could truly fill the void that Samantha's decision had created.As the night wore on, I lay awake, haunted by thoughts of my son. How would he grow up without a father? Would he resent me for not fighting harder for him? Questions swirled through my mind, leaving me with a sense of hopelessness.The morning after our night of passion and regret hit me like a ton of bricks. Waking up to the feeling of nakedness, my body

Elijah's concern lingered in the air, weighing heavily on my mind as I sat at the migration office, diligently completing the necessary paperwork for myself, Marco, and Elijah. The pen felt like a burden in my hand, each stroke of ink a testament to the life-altering decision I was making.Leaning against the counter, Elijah observed me with a mixture of worry and curiosity. His voice pierced through the silence, cutting through my thoughts like a sharp knife."Are you absolutely certain about this, Sam?"His question hung in the air, laden with implications. Was I truly sure? It was a question that had plagued me for the past week, ever since I discovered that Marcus had impregnated Sofia. I couldn't bear the thought of him being near Marco while harboring a child with another woman."Yes, Elijah. I am sure," I responded, my voice unwavering despite the uncertainty that swirled within me."This is something I need. It's something we all need."I could see the worry etched on Elijah's

As I hunched down, fingertips brushing against the edge of Marco's bed, the muted chuckles of my son resonated in the room, a melody of happiness in our modest abode."Marco!" I shouted, excitement coursing through me as I awaited his reply.The game of Marco Polo commenced, each call and response a ballet between father and son, a fleeting moment of joy amidst life's chaos.Suddenly, My phone buzzed persistently in my pocket.“Hello, who’s this?”I inquired."Mr.Johnson?" The voice on the other end was composed, yet tinged with urgency."This is Doctor Thompson from St. Michael’s Hospital. I’m calling about your wife, Sofia."Dread twisted in my stomach, a frigid wave of fear washing over me as I prepared for the worst."She’s not my wife but what happened? Is she okay?" I demanded, my voice betraying the turmoil within."She’s in the hospital. Your baby is unstable now," Doctor Nurse Thompson explained."Sofia was brought in a short while ago. We’re still evaluating her condition, bu