Sade POV
As I quickly leave my office, I head straight to my locker, grabbing my purse and phone. My fingers move swiftly as I dial Marco’s number.
“I’m on my way to get the kids,” I tell him, my voice steady despite the chaos in my mind.
“Yeah, I’ll meet you at the house. See you then.” His voice is casual, oblivious.
I hang up and rush to my car, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat before gripping the steering wheel. The second the door shuts, frustration spills over.
“s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t, s**t! What the f**k am I going to do?”
This man—he’s like a drug, an addiction I can't quit. I keep telling myself to stop, but the second I’m near him, I crumble. He takes care of me, makes me feel things I never even thought were possible. Marco? He never put me first, never made me fee
