Marco and Natasha's bodies glistened with sweats as they immediately stopped their unholy act when they saw Marisa standing by the doorway.
"Fuck!" Marco cursed and he immediately got down from the bed to put on his pants.
Natasha sat up on the bed and hurriedly covered her nakedness a white duvet.
"Darling, it’s not what you think. I swear." Marco said as he slowly approached Marisa who had tears welled up in her eyes.
Marisa slowly moved her gaze from Marco to Natasha, who was sitting the bed with a frown on her face. She was inaudibly cursing Marisa for interrupting the blissful moment she was having with Marco.
Marisa shook her head in disbelief, then she turned around. She quietly made her way out of his apartment with tears flowing out of her eyes badly.
“Marisa!! Babe wait…. Marisa!!!" Marco called out loudly as chased after Marisa.
Marisa quickened her pace, wiping the tears on her face with the back of hand as she continued walking without looking back.
Marco caught up with her and he held her right hand, stopping her on her tracks.
"Don't... don't you dare touch me! Leave my hand alone. Let go of my hand!!" Marisa's voice trembled with each word, her anger palpable as she wrenched her hand from Marco's grip.
"I'm sorry, babe. Please just hear me out," Marco's voice pleaded, a note of desperation underlying his words.
"How could you, Marco? Just why? Why did you cheat on me?" Marisa's cry echoed through the air, a mixture of pain and betrayal lacing her words.
“Marisa, I’m sorry... I swear, I'm truly sorry,” Marco's voice wavered, his hand reaching towards her only to be met with her flinch.
"Why did you cheat on me, Marco? Just tell me why!" Her voice shook with emotion, a mixture of hurt and anger.
“Marisa, I’m sorry, okay… I tried to stay faithful in our relationship, but you wouldn’t let me have you…” Marco trailed off, attempting to explain amidst the turmoil.
Marisa's laughter, bitter and laden with hurt, cut through his words like a knife. "I never knew you were such a... jerk. You're an ingrate, Marco. What haven’t I done for you? I work and pay our bills since you lost your job. I shared everything with you, gave you all of me... The only thing I wasn't ready for was sex yet…” Her voice cracked as fresh tears streamed down her cheeks.
“We've been dating for five years, Marisa. Five years, and you’re not ready for sex?!” Marco's shout echoed in the charged atmosphere.
Unable to contain her fury, Marisa's hand met Marco's face in an angry slap, her pain and outrage fueling her actions.
“You are the worst thing that happened to me, Marco. I feel so foolish right now. I had planned to give myself to you on our anniversary this year, but I’m grateful you revealed your true colors,” Marisa's voice held a mixture of anger and vulnerability, her gaze meeting his eyes briefly, catching a flicker of hurt.
“Don’t you dare put the blame on me, Marisa!" Marco's voice growled, his anger mirroring hers. "I was doing you a favor all along."
"A favor?" Marisa scoffed, disbelief tingeing her tone.
"Yeah, right. Dating a single mother without sex is a huge sacrifice, I guess. I should be proud of myself." Marco
"Yeah, it is. I could've walked away, but I didn't," Marco replied defensively. "Dating you, a single mom, without sex? I deserve credit for that."
"Come inside, baby. Let's continue," Natasha, still half-dressed, emerged from Marco's apartment, prompting Marisa's glare.
"Have fun with your stupid mistress," Marisa's tone dripped with disdain as she turned away from them, her emotions overwhelming her.
After getting fired from her only job, comfort was what she came to seek from him, but instead she got heartbroken.
She started regretting her decision of coming to his place. She didn't know whether she should be happy that she came to his place or sad that she did.
Well, she should feel happy and sad. She should feel happy because she wouldn't have found out about his unfaithfulness if she didn't come. And she should also feel sad because he betrayed her love and trust in him.
As Marisa walked away, her emotions spiraled, tears streaming unchecked down her face. She struggled to reconcile the reality of Marco's betrayal with the love and trust she'd placed in him.
Marisa loved him so to the extent of giving him everything she had. She gave him her trust, her love, her time, her affection and even her money. Yet, he chose to cheat on her just because she wasn't ready to have sex with him.
How dare him do that?
How dare him cheat on her after everything she gave him?
Why are men so wicked and greedy?!
"Why is everything turning against me today?" Marisa muttered between sobs, her frustration mingling with her pain.
Kicking at objects in her path, Marisa released her pent-up anger. The pain was just too much for her to bear. First, she got fired from her job just because she defended herself, and now, she caught her boyfriend cheating on her.
All these sad events happened to her in just a few hours. This caused more tears to stream out of her eyes as she continued walking home.
Her phone's ring broke through her turmoil, and she wiped her tears with a shaky hand before retrieving it from her bag.
Seeing an unfamiliar number, she hesitated but decided to answer, hoping for a glimmer of good news amid the chaos.
"Hello?" Her voice cracked, still raw from her emotional outburst.
"Is this Mrs. Marisa?" The masculine voice on the other end was steady, but its gravity hit her like a punch.
"Yes, who's speaking?" Her voice trembled, a sense of foreboding settling over her.
"I'm the head teacher at your son's school. I'm afraid I have some bad news," the caller's words hung heavily in the air.
"What bad news?" Marisa asked, her heart beating fast in anticipation of whatever bad news the caller was about to tell her.
"The school bus which was conveying the kids to school this morning, had an accident on the way, and your son is part of the victims of the accident."
Dread tightened around Marisa's heart as she listened, the news of her son's involvement in a school bus accident shattering her already fragile world.
"You mean Jeffrey was in the bus... during the accident?" Marisa's voice quavered, her fear and anxiety spiking.
"Unfortunately, yes. He's in a critical condition," the caller's somber words added to Marisa's overwhelming turmoil.Marisa's world crumbled in an instant as the caller confirmed the devastating news. Tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes, her phone slipping from her trembling grasp in shock. Her body quivered violently, and her legs gave way beneath her, causing her to collapse to her knees.
With her head bowed, Marisa sobbed, her tears falling to the ground as she choked out, "What's going on with my life, today?"
Marisa's pain was intense, a deep ache that came from her heart. As she knelt on the ground, she yelled loudly, "Why? Why is all of this happening to me?!" Her voice carried all the agony she felt, a desperate plea for answers, as if she wanted the world to understand the immense suffering she was going through.
After crying her eyes out, Marisa composed herself and she boarded a cab which drove her to the hospital where her son was admitted.The cab got to the hospital fifteen minutes later, and Marisa rushed out of the cab after paying the driver. She didn't even wait to collect her change because her son was the only thing on her mind.Upon receiving a call from her son's school's head teacher regarding the accident, she rushed to the hospital with a pounding heart, fervently praying for her son's safety. Worry etched across her face as she entered the hospital.Inside the hospital, she encountered a distressing scene – dozens of women, fellow mothers of the students involved in the accident, wailed loudly. Some sat on the ground, sobbing unabashedly, while others stood with sorrowful expressions. The atmosphere was permeated with sadness as their cries filled the space.Marisa stood rooted, overwhelmed by waves of fear coursing through her as she observed the grieving mothers. A nurse app
As Marisa stood there, the image of the man who had saved her replayed in her mind. However, the reality of her son's critical condition began to weigh heavily on her heart, and a deep sadness crept over her. She realized that time was running out, and she needed to find a way to secure the money for her son's surgery within the next twenty-four hours.Her thoughts grew increasingly somber, and she couldn't help muttering to herself, "Where will I get the money for Jeffrey's surgery in such a short time?" The weight of the situation bore down on her, and her face reflected the profound worry that had consumed her.In search of a quiet place to gather her thoughts, Marisa decided to head to a nearby amusement park. She walked through the entrance, the sound of children's laughter echoing in her ears. The park was alive with the joyful energy of kids playing alongside their parents.As Marisa found a bench and settled onto it, she couldn't help but watch the children with a mix of emoti
The limousine smoothly drove away from the restaurant through the bright city streets, leaving behind the chaos they had caused. Inside the vehicle, Alejandro and Alexandro sat quietly, smoking devilishly like the devils they were. The dangerous atmosphere around them showed that they were top figures in the criminal world.Their loyal henchmen followed in separate vehicles, and the streets were empty because word had spread about the restaurant incident, making people stay indoors. Everyone in the city knew to fear and respect the Gambino brothers.Meanwhile, back at the restaurant, police officers worked swiftly under their leader's guidance to hide all traces of the violence. They understood the consequences of disappointing the Gambino brothers, so they collected evidence, cleaned up the mess, and silenced any potential witnesses. Soon, it would seem as if nothing had ever happened in that peaceful restaurant.The Gambino family had every police force in various countries under th
The limousine continued its journey through the city's dimly lit streets, with Alejandro lost in thought and Alexandro occasionally glancing at his brother, bemused by the mysterious turn of events."Tell me dude, what the fuck is bothering you?" Alexandro asked, breaking the silence that had enveloped them."I can't shake the feeling that I know her from somewhere," Alejandro finally admitted to his brother.Alexandro arched an eyebrow, intrigued by his brother's confession. "Know her? Who? You mean that woman we just spared?"Alejandro nodded slowly, his brow furrowed in contemplation. "Yes, that woman. it's as if I've seen her before, but I can't place where or when. It's a strange feeling."Alexandro leaned back in his seat, puffing thoughtfully on his cigarette. "Well, we encounter all sorts of people in our line of work, but sparing someone isn't exactly our style. Maybe it's just a case of mistaken identity."Alejandro couldn't dismiss the possibility, but something about Maris
Meanwhile, Marisa was still trekking home. She couldn't find a taxi because of the chaos caused by the Gambino brothers at the restaurant. Her journey home was fraught with a heavy heart and a sense of urgency. She walked through the dimly lit quiet streets, her steps quick and determined. The encounter with the Gambino brothers had shaken her to the core, leaving her with a sense of unease. She couldn't understand why they had spared her life when they had been so ruthless toward the men who had attacked her. The experience had left her both grateful and perplexed.Upon reaching the small, cramped apartment she shared with her best friend, Clarabelle, she wasted no time. Her son was the only thing on her mind. She entered her living room, the faded photograph of Jeffrey on the rickety wooden table catching her eye. Her emotions welled up as she thought about her son's critical condition."I promise, Jeffrey, I'll do whatever it takes to get you that surgery," she whispered, her voic
Tears welled up in Marisa's eyes as she contemplated the drastic step they were considering. She whispered, more to herself than anyone else, "I never thought I'd be faced with such a choice. But if it means saving my son's life..."Clarabelle gently placed a hand on Marisa's shoulder, her voice filled with understanding and empathy. "Marisa, I know it's a difficult decision, and I would never suggest it if we had any other viable options. But I'll support you no matter what you decide. If you decide not to engage in this hook-up stuff, then we'll look for other means."As the minutes ticked away, the weight of their situation pressed down on them, and they knew that the clock was ticking relentlessly.As the evening wore on, Marisa found herself making a decision she never thought she would. With a heavy heart, she agreed to go through with the plan of using a hook-up site to raise the money for Jeffrey's surgery. Clarabelle, her loyal friend, wanted to make sure Marisa was truly on
At Marisa and Clarabelle's apartment, both of them found themselves seated in the cozy living room, eagerly anticipating a potential client to connect with Marisa on the hook-up site. Marisa occupied one end of the room, sitting across from Clarabelle, her thoughts deeply ensnared in her concerns. Her mind was preoccupied with her beloved son and his debilitating condition. The doctor's grave words regarding her son's health had been etching themselves into her consciousness, relentlessly replaying and perpetuating her anxiety and fear. Her son was the most cherished entity in her life, and the prospect of witnessing him endure permanent paralysis was an agonizing thought that weighed heavily on her heart.As she remained seated, Marisa harbored a quiet and profound hope that a client would indeed choose her on the hook-up site. It was worth noting that she had mixed feelings about engaging in this type of endeavor, far from being a wholehearted advocate for such encounters. Neverthe
As Alejandro confidently approached Marisa, his tall and commanding presence stood out even more in the dimly lit club. His sharp features, accentuated by a hint of stubble on his strong jawline, were striking. His dark, intense eyes locked onto Marisa's, sending a shiver down her spine.He was undeniably handsome, with rugged charm that carried a sense of danger. Marisa found herself captivated by his looks, a mix of masculinity and allure.His tall stature added to his imposing presence, making him seem even more dominant and mysterious. As he got closer, Marisa felt a mix of apprehension and a strange attraction she couldn't explain.Alejandro's gaze remained fixed on her, and his enigmatic smirk hinted at secrets and adventures. Marisa's heart raced as she couldn't take her eyes off him, wondering what would happen now that they had crossed paths again in the chaotic Brandon club.She couldn't forget the moment he had ruthlessly dispatched the thugs who had threatened her, and it