UNFORGIVEN (Mistake Sequel) ENGLISH

EPISODE 4

ALESSANDRA

First, I fixed myself. I don't want my kids to see me crying. I was anxious about how Philippe treated me as if I weren't his wife. My anger towards him began to build in my heart.

I took a deep breath before exiting the car. I smiled as I saw my children approaching.

“Mommy!” my youngest son, Alessan, called me. He ran towards me and hugged me. I bent down and kissed him on the cheek.

“I think you missed me?” I replied. I picked him up and kissed him on the cheek three times.

“I love you, Mommy.” My son spoke softly.

“I love you more, baby.” I gazed at the twins. Samuel and Samantha were with their three other siblings.

“Mommy, I am hungry,” Sandro said.

“Mommy, I play with Phille,” Alejandro said.

“Mommy, we get some meals and then go to Dad's office,” Samantha suggested.

I grinned as she made that suggestion. Maybe Philippe will never send me away when I am with my children. Regardless, I am the one he does not want to see. We went to the restaurant and took out dinner. After we had ordered our lunch, we went to Philippe's office.

We entered the building. I am carrying Alessan, while my other children are having fun while walking. My eyes widened as Sandro rolled to the floor and Phille slipped away.

“Hey, both of you, stop it! You might harm yourself.” I warned them.

“No, Mommy, it’s fun!” Phille was delighted to be cleaning the floor. It appears that Sandro is going to wipe the floor. We arrived at Philippe's workplace on the 30th floor. Even Philippe's assistant, Joebelle, was astonished to see us.

“Hi, Ma’am Alessandra. Hi, kids!” She greeted us. She waved at my children.

“Sir Philippe has a visitor. . .” When my children entered their father's workplace, Joebelle was at a loss for words. The younger takes the lead. He opened the door. We entered Philip's office. We paused at what we saw. A woman was sitting on Philippe's lap, and they were kissing!

I couldn't move, and my mouth was open. For a moment, I was astonished. I suddenly grabbed my younger son, who could not believe what he witnessed. Philippe didn't notice us because he was busy kissing the girl that was there in front of him!

“Daddy!” Samuel called to his father. I noticed anger in my son's eyes. I couldn't stop my son from approaching his father. My eyes widened as he grabbed the vase from the table and threw it away to the woman.

The two were astonished. The vase hit the woman in the arm.

“You little witch!” the woman shouted aggressively. Suddenly, the woman got up and slapped my son. This caused my son to cry. Why did she slap my son? I turned to face the woman and hit her in the face without saying anything, causing her to fall.

“How dare you to hurt my son!”

I never contended; I grabbed her hair. I hit the woman in anger. It felt like the devil had taken over me. I was blind to the woman's pleading. In my mind, I needed to hurt her because he had harmed my son.

“You are a shameless woman! You're a mistress. You even dared to hurt my son! You have no right to hurt him! I can kill you!” I said fiercely.

The woman scratched my cheek, but I did not feel any pain. I merely stopped when someone stopped me. Philipe threw his arm around my waist, pushing me away from the woman. I tried to yank his arm away to escape, but Philippe was stronger than me.

“Stop it Alessandra!” he screamed at me.

The woman fell to the ground. My children were crying as they called for me.

“Mommy. . . Mommy. . . .” They uttered this jointly while crying. Joebelle was holding my youngest and crying so hard that he could not breathe.

I pushed Philippe. I felt loathing for him. How dare he fool me? I've been a good wife and given all that he needs. I even forgot myself.

“Why Philippe? Have I become worthless to you, causing you to look for another woman? Why don't you tell me that you don't love me anymore? Even if you hurt me, I will set you free. I want is for our children not to be affected by our predicament,” I asked him aggressively. My hands were shaking. My heart was filled with rage.

“I am sorry, Alessandra. Let’s tal . . .” He wasn't able to finish what he was saying because I slapped him hard. I couldn't keep myself from crying. I wanted to yell and hurt him till I became weary.

“You're so shameless, Philippe!” was all I could say.

I couldn’t take it anymore and turned away from Philippe. I got my crying kid. Philip’s secretary followed us.

“Ma’am Alessandra, I’ll take you outside,” Joebelle said worriedly. I shook my head. I carried my youngest. Even though my eyes were filled with tears, I managed to drive.

My anger towards Philippe and the woman seemed to be on fire. I want to burn them alive and bury them at six feet. That is what I want to do with them. Without my children, I would have killed them. When we got home, I immediately went to my room.

“Pack your things, we will leave here,” I said to my children. I turned my attention back to my daughter. “Samantha, help your siblings to pack their things.” I gave her an order. She nodded.

I grabbed my phone in my bag. I immediately called one of my oldest sons, Leandro. After a few rings, he answers my call.

“Hello, Mom?” When I heard the voice of my first son, I began to cry.

“Mom. Why are you crying? What happened?” Leandro asked with concern.

“Go home, we will leave,” I said. My son and I were silent for a few seconds. My son spoke again.

“Okay, Mom, wait for us.”

PHILIPPE

When someone walked into my office, I looked up. I saw my two sons. Leandro gave me a dark look, while Lessandro stared blankly at me.

I couldn't move when Leandro grabbed my collar. He seemed enraged and was about to kill me. Even though my son was 16 years old, we were the same height.

“I warned you, Daddy, yet you're still hurting Mommy! How dare you!” My face shifted to the other side as he punched me in the face. I leaned against my desk.

“Leandro!” Lessandro shouted at his brother. He stopped Leandro from hitting me.

I felt dizzy. I leaned up against the back of my swivel chair.

“I will kill you for hurting Mommy! I don't care if you are my father! I will kill you with my bare hands! You're a jerk! You will regret cheating on Mommy!” He was mad.

Leandro lost his grip on Lessandro. He kicked the side of my stomach. I could not bear the pain as I fell to the ground.

“Leandro, stop it! You can kill Daddy!” Leandro appeared unimpressed with what his brother said. I looked up. Despite my dizziness, I could see my son's body quivering with wrath. He has a red face.

I tasted blood on my lips. I smudged it. Lessandro grabbed my brother out of my office. My tears streamed down my face.

What did I do to my family? I said to myself.