Until the weekend, I couldn't be myself. The times I visited my aunt in the hospital, she kept asking why I looked so worn out, but I hid everything from her because I didn't need her to worry.
Her hospital bills had been cleared up, and the loans I took, too. I also had enough to cater for the household bills and everything which had to do with my brother's tuition fees. Yet, I still felt so empty and incomplete.
Each time I shut my eyes, I saw him, staring back at me with those beautiful eyes that made my heart race. I never felt this way for his nephew, who was even my mate, and I still couldn't process why I was dying over a man old enough to be my father.
Having memories of the days I worked with him was the worst thing to ever happen to me, because it was finally like a torment,
