"Why would he feel jealous?" I inquired, noticing the confusion etched on his face.Taking a deep breath, I tried to compose myself amidst the whirlwind of emotions threatening to engulf me. This was a question I had hoped to avoid answering, especially during our intimate dinner."Why not?" he asked, seeking further clarification."Sweatheart, Marcus and I are no longer together," I explained, my voice steady despite the turmoil within."We've moved on and our love for each other faded long ago, even from the beginning of our marriage. We simply got married out of necessity at that time."Concern filled Elijah's eyes as he reached out to hold my hand. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring up painful memories.I knew what you've been through," he apologized, his voice laced with remorse.But I couldn't let him shoulder the blame for something that wasn't his fault. "No, it's alright," I reassured him. "I'm just grateful that it's all in the past now. I have you, and that's all that matter

"What kind of question is that?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion."In my next life, I would still choose to meet Elijah, Marcus," I declared, my voice filled with unwavering determination as I locked eyes with him.Marcus's gaze held a mixture of sadness and understanding. "I know you would. Elijah is a different kind of man, someone I am not," he responded.Looking into his eyes, a flicker of love still remained, despite the painful memories that flooded my mind. The mistreatment, the embarrassment, the betrayal - it all came rushing back. How could I ever trust him again?Although I longed to say yes, to surrender to the love that lingered, deep down I knew it would never work.Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of our son Marco waking up. We both turned to him, seeing him lying on the hospital bed with tubes and wires attached to his small body."Mommy, Daddy," he weakly called out, his voice filled with love and longing.Rushing to his side, we held his hands an

I observed as Elijah stormed out of the room, his jaw tightly clenched and his hands tightly balled into fists. I was well aware that I had made a mistake, but I couldn't simply let him leave without attempting to clarify myself."Sweetheart, please wait!" I called out to him, but he didn't even bother to glance back at me. I let out a sigh and turned towards my son, Marco, who was lying in bed. I couldn't leave him alone."Mom, just let him go. Leave him be," Marco advised me."Marco, sweetheart, I really need to talk to your Daddy Elijah," I pleaded, hoping to make him understand.However, he simply stared off into space, not acknowledging my words. A pang of guilt struck my chest. My thoughtless words had caused Elijah so much pain.I sat down on the edge of Marco's bed and gently held his hand in mine. "I'm sorry, my love. You can go back to sleep now and relax," I reassured him. As Marcus abruptly entered the room, my heart raced with anticipation. Without wasting a moment, I ea

I was completely taken aback by Marco's question. It caught me off guard, and I could see the curiosity in his eyes as he searched for an answer. "Hey,mom?""Son, of course I love your dad just as much as I love you," I replied, trying to maintain a calm and reassuring tone."That's not what I see now,"he said.Marco's admission that he sometimes felt like I didn't mean it hit me hard. It was unexpected, and I could see the hurt in his eyes. It broke my heart to think that he doubted our love for him."Honey, that's not true at all," I reassured him, reaching out to hold his hand."Your father and I have a different kind of love, but we both love you more than anything in this world. Our love for you is just as strong."Marcus chimed in, placing a comforting hand on Marco's shoulder. "That's right, buddy. Your mom and I love each other, but our love for you is on a whole different level. You mean everything to us."A smile of relief spread across Marco's face as he nodded, understand

"What?" I exclaimed, my brows furrowing as I locked eyes with him."Seriously?!" I added, disbelief evident in my voice."You know how I can love a man despite his flaws," I explained to him."But why did you leave me before? Don't you love me even a little bit?" he questioned, his gaze fixed on mine."You know I endured all the mistreatment from you before I finally gave up," I reminded him of all the pain he had caused me."Elijah never treated me that way, so he deserves my love more. You don't have the right to dictate what I should or shouldn't do," I asserted.Leaving him standing there, I hurriedly made my way to the room to retrieve my bank card. The damages caused by Elijah needed to be settled, and I wanted to do everything I could for my fiancé, who had always been understanding and protective towards me. He was my rock, my shield, and my armor.As I entered the room, I noticed Marco peacefully sleeping. Unable to resist, I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his forehea