DOMINIC POV
"Mum, you know I don't like it when you stress yourself, especially when it's cold like this in Russia," I said to my mother as I wrapped a blanket over her.
"I know, son, but I have to stay here by your father," she replied, looking weary.
She appeared frail and tired. She had been taking care of this man for over a month now. He was still in a coma, but his body was responding to treatment.
I sighed, walking to the window, memories flooding back of how he treated both me and my mother. I was surprised at the way she still cared for him. There was no doubt she loved him a lot, even though he took advantage of her and made her a punching bag. He even blackmailed her into allowing him to have multiple women.
Suddenly, a soft hand clutched my clenched fist, and I turned to m
