I woke up with a heavy heart. I look at myself in the mirror. My eyes were swollen from crying all night.
I still can't believe that this is all happening. I can't believe the person I entrusted my heart to broke it again for the second time.
I regret meeting him.
My phone rang. It's the phone we gave to the twins.
"Hello?"
"Mommy! Where are you? Why are you not staying in the house? Are you with dad?" Amelia asked.
My eyes started to well up again. "I... I was at your grandparents' mausoleum. I dream of them and they said that they miss me. So I might stay here for a while."
"What will happen to us then? Dad is still in the hospital. And you are staying at grandma and grandpa's mausoleum." Amelia asked. Her voice sounds so sad.
I bit my lower lips. I'm sorry my children. I can't meet you right now. I'm feeling devastated and I might not be able to hide it in front of you. I may hate your dad but I don't want you guys to know what happened in the past. I don't want to pa