A golden mask, wild aura, and slightly cool lips. Giada found herself pinned under this figure. Unsure if it was due to extreme nervousness or her frail body unable to withstand the oppression, she felt as if she was suffocating.
The sudden onset of pain made her feel unbearable agony, as if her whole body was run over by a car. Sporadic pain spread throughout her body, forcing her to bite through her own tongue. The trace of dark red blood slid down her lip, dripping onto the crisp white sheets, which shockingly stood out.
No, don't...
"Don't come over. Don't... Ah..." With a heart breaking scream, Giada jolted upright from the bed...
Looking around at the familiar environment, she finally let go of the grip she had on the duvet.
It was all just a dream.
At that moment, a small muffin wearing a white pajama with a panda pattern sleepily crawled out from under the quilt.
"Mommy, did you have a nightmare again?" The innocent voice warmed her from the inside out.
Her five or six years old looking boy was half kneeling by her side, innocently pulling Giada's hand while the other gently stroked her back.
Seeing her beloved son, Giada's gaze softened gradually.
"Mommy is okay, did I scare you, my little darling?"
"No, just sad to see you panicking from the nightmare," said the small muffin in his childish voice, nearly melting Giada's heart.
This little one is really mature for his age, even using words like panic.
Although life has been tough over these past six years, full of disappointments, but every glance at her son's exquisite little face, she deemed everything worthwhile. This might be the greatness of motherly love.
"Sweetie, you should go back to sleep, you have school tomorrow. I'll go out to get some fresh air."
After calming her son, Giada, donning a long white silk gown, arrives before the floor-to-ceiling window in the living room.
This is the twelfth floor. Looking down from here, watching the hustle and bustle outside the window always triggers nostalgia.
Once, she also had the most beautiful love in the world and the man who had loved her most.
But ever since that incident six years ago, everything fell apart. She inexplicably went from being a twenty-year-old girl to the mother of a child. Everything had changed, and the child was the result of evil, but she couldn't hate him because after all, he was the one she had carried and given birth to after ten months. He was a close relative who was connected to her by blood, just like her parents...
That incident six years ago, that sea, that cruise ship, and that mysterious man seem to have become indelible nightmares in her heart. Over these six years, there was no moment when she didn't think or ponder. If she was given another chance to choose, would she still be so foolish?
No one knows the answer because life doesn't have "ifs". Some things only get one chance, a mistake is a mistake, and the one who makes the mistake must silently bear it all.
With these thoughts, Giada lights a thin, blue lady's cigarette, her gaze lost in the night sky, a few transparent tears gleaming on her eyelashes.
The next morning.
After having a simple breakfast, Giada, driving a white Buick, took her child to kindergarten.
"Mommy, be careful on the road, drive slowly," the little cutie, true to his kind nature, always remembered to remind his mom.
Giada lifts the corner of her mouth slightly, "Understood, Master Rojas."
After dropping her son off, Giada rushes to the office. Unexpectedly, as soon as she stepped into the main lobby, she was greeted with a harsh slap to her face.
"Giada, you shameless bitch, how dare you stab me in the back?" The shrill voice of a woman echoes, the slap crisp and clear, drawing the attention of those in the lobby.
