Chapter 61: I'm Losing EverythingSofia's POVI stared at the divorce paper. I don't even have the strength to stand up and eat.While hugging my pillow, my tears kept falling. It was like I lost everything. I lost him.Realizing how much I love him, then suddenly everything would turn upside down.I've been crying the whole night, and I can't stop it. Why do I have to experience these things? I just wanted to disappear right now.When we were on our way home a while back, Maria kept asking me if I was okay, even when Aunt Carmina was bothered when I cried silently.They even insisted that Maria should accompany me that night, but I refused.Damn it! Why do I have to feel this?!"I'm dying inside, Marcus!" I covered myself with a blanket and cried until I slept.I woke up when someone kept knocking on the door."Sofia?" I heard Jessica's voice outside, so even though I was not feeling well,

Chapter 63: Longing Sofia's POV My body starts to tremble; my heart keeps rising so fast, like I am running for miles. My mouth opened. What is he doing here? How did he find me? Marcus, why still show up? Everything was done. With trembling hands, I hurriedly closed the door, but he stopped me and went inside. I tried to avoid him, but he hugged me from behind. I don’t know why he’s doing this. I thought he had forgotten me. Why is he here? “Sofia,” the way he uttered my name made me cry. I can’t help it anymore. He hugged me like he wanted me to feel that he missed me too much. I tried to get away from his hug, but he was too strong. Don’t do this, too, Marcus! “Why are you here? Did you hit your head that made you remember me?” I chuckled bitterly. “I remember you now, Sofia. I’m sorry, Baby. Fuck! I missed you,” he rested his head on my shoulder while I could feel his breath. Damn it! I loved him. I missed him. I did fucking miss you, Marcus. I waited for this day to hap

Chapter 65: Dying Sofia's POV After the long night, Marcus stayed here in my house. Just like before, he's the one cooking for us. I told him that he shouldn't have to do it, but then he insisted. He became much sweeter than before. I don't want him to stay here because he's not used to living a simple life, but whatever I do, he never leaves. After his work, he will come back here; he decided to stay in my house. “Are you alright?” He hugged me from behind. I smiled because of what he did. Actually, I like the way he treats me now. “I'm okay, you're getting late, you have to go,” I turned around to look at his handsome face. You're as attractive as ever, Marcus. How am I going to forget you? All this time, you are making me feel precious. “Fine, I'll be back later, okay? Don't forget to eat your lunch. I love you,” he kissed me on my lips, and it was not just a kiss; it was passionate. “Just go

Chapter 67: Please fight for me Sofia's POV I woke up when I felt Marcus tapping me on my shoulder. “Wake up, sleepyhead, breakfast is ready,” he gave me a peck of a kiss. When I opened my eyes, his smile was the first thing I saw. He never fails to make me happy every day. How I wish we could be like this forever. I stared at the clock, and he was already late. I stood up, but I didn't expect him to carry me. “Marcus! Let me down,” he said, carrying me in a bridal style while I kept insisting that he let me go. “Nope, I'll carry you through to the kitchen,” he said while laughing at my reaction. I pouted, but then he gave me another peck of a kiss. “Stop doing that, or else I will not stop kissing you until tomorrow,” what he said made me blush. “Stop it, you're getting late,” he just laughed while putting me down on the table. “That's why I need to hurry and eat my breakfast,” he

Chapter 69: Hurt Me Again Sofia's POV I wasn't used to Marcus not being here tonight, but I knew his meeting was important. My phone rang, and I saw Maria was the caller. I answered because I knew she wanted to talk to me. “How are you? Where is Marcus?” She asked while combing her hair. “He can't accompany me now; he has an important meeting to attend,” I told her. She nodded. I feel bad for Marcus; I know he's tired, but he chose to stay here in the hospital with me. If I tell him to rest, he always says that he feels better when he's with me. “Then why didn't you tell me so I could go there?” Of course, she's busy. I didn't want to disturb her. “I'm okay, besides, he will be back tomorrow morning, so no need to worry,” I assured her. She went to her mirror while putting on night cream. “I'll visit you tomorrow; I don't have a meeting to attend,” she said while wearing a jacket. “Make sure you