Semua Bab Married To My Best Friend's Husband[Plead To God]: Bab 21 - Bab 30

[MARCUS'S POV]Sandra walks into the conference room wearing navy blue.Professional. Polished. Perfect.She smiles at me as she takes her seat. "Morning, Marcus.""Morning."I've been the station manager for fifteen years. Seen hundreds of anchors come and go.But Sandra is different.She's smart. Charismatic. Made for television.And I'm in love with her.I know I shouldn't be. Know it's unprofessional. Inappropriate. Dangerous even.But I can't help it.From the moment she walked into her interview six weeks ago, I was hooked.The way she carried herself. The confidence in her voice. The fire in her eyes.She reminded me of everything I'd been missing in my life.Purpose. Passion. Something worth fighting for.So when Diana started complaining about Sandra's behavior, I defended her.When other producers raised concerns, I dismissed them.When Alessia came to me asking for Sandra to be reassigned, I said no.Because Sandra deserves a chance.She deserves to be here.And I'll mak

[ALEXANDER'S POV]I keep having the same dream.There's a woman with dark hair. Standing in a room full of light. She's smiling at me. Reaching out her hands.And when I run to her, she hugs me so tight I can't breathe.But it feels good. Safe. Like home.Then I wake up.And Mom is standing in my doorway, asking if I'm okay.I always say yes.But I'm not sure anymore.It started at the party. The fancy one with all the boring adults.I was eating cookies when I saw her.The woman from my dream.Standing by the dessert table. Wearing a blue dress.I thought she was Mom at first. Same hair. Same height.So I ran to her and hugged her.But when she turned around, she wasn't Mom.She was someone else.Someone who looked at me like she knew me. Really knew me.Not the way adults usually look at kids. Like we're cute or small or need help.She looked at me like I mattered. Like I was important.And when she asked my name, her voice was soft. Gentle. Almost sad.Then Mom came and yell

[SANDRA'S POV]I drive home too fast with my heart pounding in my ears and my breath feels like I'm drowning.Robert knows.After seven years of perfect lies, perfect acting, perfect control and he knows.And if he knows, everyone will know.Edward will tell Alessia. Margaret will spread it through the family. And eventually, Alexander will find out.My son.No. Not my son. That's what they'll say.Alessia's son.The one I stole and pretending to love. The one who was never really mine except he is mine.I've spent seven years proving it.I'm the one who held him when he cried. Fed him when he was hungry. Taught him his ABCs and how to tie his shoes.Alessia just carried him for nine months and then walked away.She doesn't get to come back now and claim him.I won't let her.When I get home, the house is dark.Alexander is asleep upstairs. The nanny left hours ago.I pour myself a glass of wine. Then another. Then another.My phone buzzes.A text from Marcus: We need to talk. Cal

[SANDRA'S POV]Dr. Chen's office doesn't look like a therapy room.No couch,notepad Just two comfortable chairs facing each other and a window overlooking a garden.I sit in one chair. She sits in the other."Thank you for coming, Sandra.""The judge said I had to you know part of the custody agreement.""Yes. But you're here and that's what matters."I don't respond. Just stare at the garden outside. Everything is green and alive and growing. Everything except me."How are you feeling?" Dr. Chen asks."How do you think I'm feeling? I lost my son. My husband divorced me. My family doesn't trust me. The entire city thinks I'm a monster. How should I feel?""Then I feel like garbage. I feel like the world would be better off if I disappeared."She doesn't react. Doesn't look shocked or concerned. Just nods like I said something perfectly normal."Tell me about Alexander.""What about him?""How is the custody arrangement working?""It's not. He spends one week with me and I can s

[SANDRA'S POV]Alexander's backpack sits by the front door.I packed everything i know he will be needeming when he gets to Alessia's place this morning. His clothes, toothbrush and his favorite stuffed bear even though he says he's too old for it now.Everything he needs for a week at Alessia's house.Seven days without him, seven days of eating dinner alone. Sleeping in a house that echoes and waking up to silence.I've done this three times now since the custody agreement started but honestly It doesn't get any easier.Alexander comes downstairs, already dressed. He's wearing the shirt Jeffrey bought him. The blue one with the basketball on it.Not the clothes I bought. "Ready?" I ask. My voice sounds normal and firm. Like I'm not dying inside."Yeah mummy. Let's go."We drive in silence. I keep glancing at him in the rearview mirror. He's looking out the window. Tapping his fingers against his leg. The way he always does when he's excited about something.Excited to leave me. "Ar