Alicia's POV As soon as the tears reached my face, I dabbed them away with the back of my hand. Tears wouldn't solve anything, it wouldn't even take me back to the past and make me make a different choice. This wasn't even on Nathan. It was on me. I placed my job before those kids and trusted someone else with it. I should be ashamed of myself. Crying wouldn't make me feel better either, I already feel like I've been rammed over by a train. I suddenly felt helpless and weak. What if something terrible had happened? What if I was the only one who could fix the problem and since I wasn't there, everything was damaged? I don't think I'll be able to forgive myself for the choice I made this afternoon. Mrs Cadry might have gotten her shareholders happy but my own kids are not happy. I knew I couldn't take care of those kids. Why did Grandma Mary trusted me with them? I looked at my phone again, hoping Nathan would reply and tell me he was there already but nothing came in. I signed in

Alicia's POV I was watching some episodes of Big Bang Theory when Nathan called me. When he asked where I was and I told him I was home, I didn't expect his next words to be what he said. "I need you," his voice was unusual. He always had this raspy voice that put me on my toes but today he sounded like a broken record and I hated that."Come home then," I answered. He dropped the call and I placed the phone back beside me. I knew I told him to come home but I didn't know what I was supposed to tell him when he eventually did. I knew something was wrong also but I didn't want to think about what it could be. I wanted him to come home and tell me. He's always there for me and I believe I should reciprocate that as well today. Earlier, I'd planned on going to the store to get some groceries. Since we stopped hiring maids, our fridge has been mostly empty. It reminded me that I've been neglecting so many things around the house. I left work early today and after I got back, the fi

Alicia’s POV “Talk to me, Love. What’s wrong?” He asked. His hand was placed on my shoulder and I bit down on my lip. Why did I start something I couldn't finish? I know he wouldn't let go until he was sure that I wasn't mad anymore. “It’s nothing, Nathan. I’m good,” “Was it because of what I said about your parents?” “No, it wasn't,” I answered. I couldn't even turn to look at him because of how guilt was eating away at me. “I’ll drop it but I'll keep thinking about what I did wrong on the way. Once I get it, I'll apologise for making you feel bad, alright?” I didn't answer. I couldn't even nod or hum or say yes or no because it wasn't supposed to be that way. As he started the car, I turned to look at him. He didn't look sad or angry, he just had a normal expression on his face. When our eyes met, he smiled at me. “You don’t feel sick anymore, right?” He asked. Why does he care so much about me? Why does he care if I'm angry or sad or sick? Aren't we supposed to be faking t