All Chapters of Mommy Please Come Back, Daddy Is Sorry : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The quiet sobs of the woman and her two little boys filled the warehouse.To anyone else, it would have been heartbreaking. To me, it was soothing.I sat comfortably in my chair, one leg crossed over the other, my fingers resting on the armrest as I watched them. Every now and then, I tapped my foot against the concrete floor, waiting.Michael checked his watch before looking up at the frightened family."You'd better cry a little harder," he said flatly. "Your husband should be here in a few minutes."The woman pulled her children closer, trying to shield them despite the ropes binding her wrists. The boys buried their faces against her, their tiny shoulders shaking with every sob.A smile tugged at my lips. Fear was an interesting thing. It stripped people down until all that remained was the truth. Pride disappeared. Anger disappeared. In the end, everyone begged to be spared. The phone buzzed on the table. Michael glanced at the screen before looking at me."It's him, boss."The

I drove home with one hand resting on the steering wheel while Maya happily ate the ice cream she had insisted on buying along the way.The corners of my mouth hadn't left a smile since we left the park. Seeing the look on Isla's face when Maya wrapped herself around me had been worth every second of planning.She had tried to hide it, she smiled and remained polite. But her eyes betrayed her. For the first time since I met her, she looked at another woman as though she wanted her gone.I liked that.Jealousy was a dangerous emotion. Once it found a place in someone's heart, it only grew stronger. Today it had been a simple smile between Maya and me. Tomorrow, Isla would begin wondering where I was. She would start thinking about who I was with whenever I wasn't home.Little by little, Marcus would disappear from her heart. I couldn't wait to watch it happen."Speaking of my wife..." I said, picking up my phone from the console. "Let's see what she's doing."I opened the security came

ISLA'S POV I couldn't sleep that night.Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Andrew and Maya laughing together in the living room. I saw the way she wrapped her arms around him so naturally, the way he smiled at her, the way he didn't pull away.Then I remembered the fact that he hadn't hugged me goodnight. He hadn't kissed my forehead.He had simply smiled, wished me goodnight, and walked away as though nothing had changed.I turned onto my other side and buried my face in the pillow. This shouldn't bother me. It shouldn't even matter.Andrew was free to have friends. He was free to spend time with whoever he wanted. We weren't... we weren't really husband and wife.So why did it hurt? I squeezed my eyes shut. No. I wasn't going to let this steal my peace.Taking a deep breath, I reached for the glass of water on my bedside table and took a few slow sips."I'm going to sleep," I whispered to myself. "No matter what." I lay back down. Just as my eyes began to feel heavy… My alarm rang.

I didn't go downstairs, I couldn't eat, I couldn't sing my babies to sleep. I couldn't.The moment I opened my eyes, everything I had heard at Maya's party came rushing back. Her words. Her friends laughing. The way they spoke about Andrew as though I was nothing more than a temporary obstacle standing between them.I sat on the edge of my bed with my knees drawn to my chest, tears slipping down my face one after another. I still didn't understand what was happening to me.Just a few days ago, I would have smiled if someone told me Andrew had found a woman he cared about. I would have wanted him to be happy.So why did it hurt now? Why did it feel as though someone was slowly pulling my heart apart?I buried my face in my hands. The room was silent except for the sound of my uneven breathing.Then came a knock. I squeezed my eyes shut."I don't want to talk to anyone." The person didn't listen, another knock came. The sound made something inside me snap and I shouted. "Leave me the f

He looked at me for a long moment before a faint smile appeared on his lips. "Good evening, Isla." His voice was as gentle as it had always been. I managed a small smile. "Good evening." There were so many questions fighting to escape. Where did you go? Why didn't you come home? Why didn't you call me? But I swallowed every one of them. I already knew the answer. He had needed time because of my confession. How could I blame him for that? He walked around the car and opened the passenger door for me. I looked at him for a second. He simply waited. Without asking where we were going, I quietly got inside. The drive passed in complete silence. Usually the silence between us felt peaceful. Tonight it was different. Every few minutes I glanced at him. His eyes never left the road. His expression revealed nothing. The uncertainty was slowly eating away at me. Nearly half an hour later, the city lights disappeared behind us. The car climbed a winding road before finally coming to