‘He’s getting into me again!’

If George never recovered from his cancer, he would only have a limited time to live while fighting the sickness with therapy to help prolong his life.

George didn't wish for that. He wanted to be free completely and he hoped that after the surgery, the cancer would never return.

Although all that he had on his mind was recovering and getting free from the cancer, he had a lot of debt pending that he had yet to settle.

His debtors were after his life and his wicked family life.

George would sometimes look outside his window and wonder why and how he ended up this way. He was just a little boy back then. He didn't know how he became an addict. All he knew he gained while living that discomforting and disadvantageous life was the skill to fight well.

However, his addiction to drugs wasn't the cause of his sickness. The tumor grew and he found himself treating it.

Unfortunately, when he was finally free from drugs, owing a huge debt because of it, was when he needed money for his treatment.

George didn't know how to deal with his debt and those who wanted him dead but he didn't choose to die even though his life was a mess.

Although everything is looking extremely tough and might never end, he wanted to at least feel what a beautiful life is with a beautiful family before death.

Natasha glanced at her phone after George hung up. She didn't understand him and wasn't interested in understanding him.

Now that she knew what happened, she decided to prepare for the day. She was supposed to visit her father with her daughter, Rebecca but the little girl was getting ready for class.

Well, that means, they'd visit her father after Rebecca returned from class. With the little time Natasha had, she needed to spend it resting and chilling with herself.

Natasha decided to visit her friend who failed to attend her second wedding because she was against Natasha's second marriage with a total stranger, especially with a man who had no class.

While Natasha was in the bathroom, of course after the maids had cleaned up the blood and stain, she face-timed her best friend, Jasmine.

The woman she called was at a nail salon and didn't want to talk to Natasha.

But when she saw Natasha, she couldn't resist asking how everything went.

Natasha asked Jasmine about her location first before answering any questions.

The woman replied that she was at a nail salon. This caused Natasha to look at her nails.

"I guess I need to get mine polished as well," she muttered.

"There's time to do that Mrs King!" Jasmine expressed herself by raising the volume of her voice. "You know, I'm still wondering why you changed your surname to that poor man's name. Ewww."

"He's poor but he's very good at his job," Natasha smiled brightly.

"What do you mean?" Jasmine went closer to the phone. The phone was placed against something to make her view Natasha's face while her fingers were being tended to.

While Natasha was in the bathtub, having her bath.

"I mean, my daughter already likes him," Natasha didn't go straight to the point but she loved the fact that George could make friends with his daughter without much hassle.

"Hmmm," was Jasmine's response. "Is that all?" She asked, her eyebrows arching.

"Well, he was able to act as my husband perfectly well," she mentioned.

"That's….dreamy and I didn't expect that from a guy like him."

"Jasmine," Natasha called the woman's name, sounding as though there was something she desperately needed to say mainly because she couldn't keep it to herself any longer. And that was truly the case.

Jasmine smiled at her. "So, he does his job well?"

"Yes," Natasha breathed. "He handled me so well, I didn't expect him to do that much. I literally fell asleep after we fucked each other!" Natasha was surprised. "Was I actually that satisfied by him or exhausted? I don't even know but I've never been this satisfied after sex. I thought the sensation I used to feel was it all but this poor strange fake husband of mine opened my eyes. It was lovely."

They both screamed after Natasha explained herself. "That's hoooot," her friend commented. "So hoot b*tch!! I hate to admit it but if he gives you that husband treatment then I guess you made the right decision," Jasmine admitted.

"Oh, I did. But that man is strange. He literally left a lady in bed and traveled, saying he wouldn't be back until after two weeks. That's crazy!!"

Natasha was now pissed and she discussed the whole matter when she reached the nail salon to meet her best friend there.

They went shopping, went for a new hairstyle, and ate at a fancy restaurant before calling it a day, causing Natasha to cancel her plan to visit her father.

When Natasha reached home, she went straight to her daughter's room even though she was so exhausted and kissed her all over her body.

"My baby," she smiled.

"Mama," Rebecca replied. She was in her mother's arms.

"Do you want to spend time with Mama?" Natasha asked. She wanted to be close to her daughter as she hadn't experienced what it was like to be close to her mother.

"I want to play with my playhouse and Barbie! I want to watch the cartoon with you."

Natasha grinned, her eyes feeling so lazy but she kept her gaze on her daughter. "Let's do that but allow Mama to change first," Natasha kissed her daughter tightly on the cheek and left for her room.

She dropped her bag on the bed and stared at her reflection in the mirror. "Why have you been thinking about him?" She asked herself through her reflection.

"Why do you think of him?" Now she felt frustrated and dug her fingers in her hair, grunting to herself.

She didn't want to think about him. She felt annoyed about it and she hated it.

While she was dwelling in this state, she heard her phone beep multiple times and then went to where her bag was to check why her phone was beeping.

Unlocking her phone, she realized that they were messages from an unknown number.

'Hey, I somehow got your phone number and I'd just like to say hi.'

'Please don't block me, give me a chance to prove myself. Natasha, recall those times when we were close and happy. I made a good impact in your life, please for those good times, just give me a chance to prove that I am not the man who left you but the man who is ready to pay for all he has done and fight his way back to you.'

After reading this, Natasha felt anger course through her heart, causing her to bite the inside of her mouth so hard.

'He's getting into me again!'

She hated it!