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Thirty-Five
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2025-05-13 22:00:12Ethan’s POV
She turned her head and opened her eyes. An overwhelming sense of déjà vu took over me as her eyes met mine immediately. I expected her to look confused, so I could feel a little confident, but her calmness drove me even more crazy. “Why are you awake already?”
I moved my hand away from her face. “It’s ten o’clock silly.”
She raised her brows. “Really?”
I nodded. “I was beginning to think you were sick or something. Guess you enjoyed the bed more than you thought you would.” I eyed her, looking for any form of recognition in her eyes.
Her eyes darted away from mine for a moment as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Then she smiled and stared at me for a while before saying, “How was your night?”
My eyes narrowed. Did she know something? “I feel refreshed this morning,” I decided to say. “So I guess it wa
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Passion in Broken Love Thirty-Six
Patricia“Wow,” I whispered to myself in surprise as I looked inside the paper bag on my lap. “There are so many sweets in here. How does pops have all of these?”Before we left Marcel’s place, he gave us a bag which he said contain snacks we could use for our long drive home. What I wasn’t expecting was to see different assortments of chocolates and gummy bears filling the entire bag.Ethan looked away from the road for a second to peek at the bag on my lap and chuckled. “He said he’s quitting sugar. I guess he’s using us as his dump.”“But he knows you don’t like sugar much either,” I told him.He only shrugged.“Well Nelly is going to have a feast then. Clearly I can’t eat all of this by myself.”“You’re not going to give them all to her, are you?”“Of course not,” I almost laughed. As he did
Passion in Broken Love Thirty-Five
Ethan’s POVShe turned her head and opened her eyes. An overwhelming sense of déjà vu took over me as her eyes met mine immediately. I expected her to look confused, so I could feel a little confident, but her calmness drove me even more crazy. “Why are you awake already?”I moved my hand away from her face. “It’s ten o’clock silly.”She raised her brows. “Really?”I nodded. “I was beginning to think you were sick or something. Guess you enjoyed the bed more than you thought you would.” I eyed her, looking for any form of recognition in her eyes.Her eyes darted away from mine for a moment as she pulled herself into a sitting position. Then she smiled and stared at me for a while before saying, “How was your night?”My eyes narrowed. Did she know something? “I feel refreshed this morning,” I decided to say. “So I guess it wa
Passion in Broken Love Thirty-Four
Ethan’s POVThat night I had a dream, that all was well and I was lying with Patricia in my arms, in a bed of roses. Her eyes were closed and the was a subtle smile on her face as I placed soft kisses on her forehead, cheeks and her lips.Suddenly the ground shook under us. The petals vanished and all that was left of the bed were the harsh thorn-filled twigs. Patricia’s eyes opened in alarm. She was clearly hurting, but didn’t yell out her pain. Thinking she was fine, I stood up in search of another bed of flowers, oblivious to the suffering Patricia was going through in my absence.That’s where the dream ended.In spite of the anxiety and discomfort that dream gave me, I didn’t want to open my eyes. My thoughts were having a field day and I discovered an essence of guilt I hadn’t felt before. There were gaps in my memories of our relationship. I couldn’t remember the last time I had played the role of a
Passion in Broken Love Thirty-Three
Ethan’s POVWhen she realised I was looking at her, she laughed nervously and tuck a lock of hair behind her ear. “It’s uh…been a while…hasn’t it?”I shrugged, hoping to appear nonchalant. “I guess.”She didn’t say anything as she walked towards the bed, so I spoke up.“I cleaned up a little. This should be okay for you for one night, right?”“It should be,” she repeated, sitting on the bed.I nodded. “Goodnight then.”She frowned and stood up. “Goodnight?”I looked at her in question. “Is there anything else you need?”“Where are you going?”I jerked my thumb over my shoulder. “Guestroom.”Her face fell immediately and she did nothing to hide her disappointment. I looked away and headed out, but she stopped me again. I turned around, surprised I wasn&rsq
Passion in Broken Love Thirty-Two
EthanAfter seeing Stephanie and her family off, I went upstairs to get Patricia so we could also head home. It was already very late and I was getting tired.When I got to the family room, I saw her lying in the sofa I had left her in, fast asleep. Her dress had ridden up slightly because of her position, exposing her thighs. I couldn’t help but stare. When was the last time I even saw her like this? She looked so delicate and womanly, yet I could do nothing but look.I sighed and folded my arms.“But the truth will always be that I love your son…I wouldn’t ever stop loving him. I couldn’t.”Goodness.I didn’t know which was more confusing; the fact that she claimed to still have feelings for me, or the fact that I was surprised by it at all. I hadn’t thought about our feelings for each other in a very long time that it felt like the where potholes in my memory. What was it
Passion in Broken Love Thirty-One
Patricia“Alright honey, I’ll give the phone to grandpa now, so don’t be shy to read him the poem you wrote for him,” I told Nellana, while making sure the phone didn’t slip from my fingers. I wouldn’t have drunk that much if I knew the wine was that strong.I didn’t enjoy wine much, but I guess I got carried away with pushing my feelings aside after my unintentional confession to Ethan. Although we didn’t talk much after that, there wasn’t any air of awkwardness around us. After my walking in on my conversation with Marcel, he just came closer to me and pulled me out while playfully telling his father off for ‘questioning’ me.I spent most of the day with Stephanie, mostly to avoid Ethan so he wouldn’t have to pretend to be fine with me beside him more times than necessary. Even after all that I still had to stand next to him as we cut the cake and took pictures. His arm was draped around my shoulder the whole time with a huge grin on his face. I almost thought he actually felt at ea
Passion in Broken Love Thirty
PatriciaI stepped closer, but I still didn’t look him in the eye.“Clearly, you’re aware that I know what’s going on between you and my son.”I nodded slowly. “I understand if you preferred for me not to be here.”“Patricia.” The way he mentioned my name gave me no option but to look up at his face.I was taken aback for a moment. He expression was all but what I expected it to be. There wasn’t any sign of resentment or disgust or plain hatred. If anything. I sensed a slight look of concern on his face. But this did nothing to make me feel better. It just made me hate myself even more.“You’ve been very good to Ethan, and to me these past years and it’s very difficult for me as it is for him to accept what you’ve done. I don’t know or want to know the reasons you have, but I really want to believe you’re indeed remorseful.”
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PatriciaI stared at her nervous face for a while before asking, “About sex?”Her eyes widened immediately. “Gosh no!”I burst into laughter and she joined me instantly. “Oh my God, Patricia you’re so straightforward.”I giggled. “You think so?”“Stop it.” Her face flushed even deeper. “Anyway that’s not it. I just want simple marriage advice from a friend, and you’ve been married for five years. So I feel like you’re the best person to tell me some of what I need to know.”My smile faltered.Me? The best person to give marriage advice? Was this the universe’s way of making sure my conscience was active 24/7?I never thought I could feel guiltier than I already did.I concentrated on how Stephanie was now looking at me in anticipation. The was so much pride in her eyes for me, I nearly shed a tear.
Passion in Broken Love Twenty-Eight
Ethan“Yes,” the word came out of his mouth smoothly.“Dad!”“Then why are you together. How do you think this is going to work if you don’t?”I exhaled heavily and run my hand through my hair, turning away from him because I couldn’t handle it anymore.“Just listen. If your mother was still alive and she came back today to ask for my forgiveness, I could forgive her, because I wouldn’t want to continue hurting because of a grudge when I am not the guilty one. I could do that, but it doesn’t mean I would take her back. She stayed away for twenty years, and I have already moved on. But Patricia is different. I’m not comparing her to your mother or defending her. Cheating is totally wrong, but forgive me. I’m still finding it difficult associating that word with her. I’m hurt because you’re hurt, but I can’t see her as a bad person.“
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