I'm Sorry, But I Love You

“I don’t want to follow anyone else. I just want my mommy. Don’t leave me, mommy. I’m sorry. I won’t do it again...”

Catherine was initially feeling tensed, but she calmed down after being interrupted. She kneeled down and talked in a soft voice, “Mommy didn’t abandon you. You did nothing wrong. I have no work lately. Let’s go travel abroad for a few days.”

Catherine called Owen after reassuring Sophia, but no one answered.

She guessed he was going through a rough patch at work for not coming back the whole night.

Catherine had no time to ponder about it and she bought the tickets online and ordered a taxi. She immediately packed some clothes and took her notebook and graphics tablet with her.

Sophia was holding her baby shark doll, “Mommy, where are we going?”

“So I don’t have to go to school, is it?”

“Yes. But you have to let Lincoln tutor you on your homework.”

Catherine talked to Sophia as she moved the luggage to the door.

Then she went to the kid’s bedroom to take their daily essentials. The doorbell rang when she was almost done packing.

“Sophia, Lincoln, please help me open the door. It’s the driver.”

Sophia rushed over and stood on tiptoe to open the door, “Sir, you’re here to pick us up…”

“Lincoln, this driver looks so handsome. The most handsome driver I’ve ever seen.”

Sophia exclaimed as she looked at the driver with admiration, “Sir, you look like my brother.”

Sophia, and his face changed as he saw the man. He regained his composure quickly and pulled Sophia

kids, and Catherine realized that the visitor might not be the driver but Anderson Clark.

Anderson coming back, she would still be in fear and trembling to see him. She instinctively pulled Sophia and Lincoln behind her

so defensive, “Long time no see.

shiver down her spine, “Now isn’t a

“What if I insist?”

Clark, I’ve called the police.

irritating for the first time

that Mr. Clark has misunderstood. When Sophia and I were born, we didn’t have a father, neither now. Even if

were polite but detached, and it was annoying. Anderson was fretting for this kid,

you’re my child.”

even calmer than Anderson, “However, now that I’ve seen Mr. Clark for

if the one speaking wasn’t Lincoln and the other one wasn’t

the collar and

at Anderson, “The kids are

too. “Nothing to do with me?”

shaky voice, “I had already given birth to the children, and I don’t need your help raising

for

to strangle

slender fingers lifted Catherine’s chin,

felt sour. She deserved it all for loving

for?” Catherine looked up, “Why are you being such a bitch, Mr. Clark?” She finally used the phrase that Anderson used

and gorgeous compared to her four years ago. The gentleness she used to be was just her disguise. This was what she looked like, being hypocritical. Anderson

her weak side. She was about to push Anderson out when Sophia came out from behind her and

her off, but then realizeing that