Married To The Playboy

Chapter 34-Repentence

His apology hung in the air, his eyes pleading for Sanem's forgiveness. But Sanem's expression remained stoic, her heart still hurting from his abandonment.

"I'm sorry, Sanem. I was wrong to leave you. I love you," Jan whispered, his voice trembling.

Her gaze didn't waver, her voice firm. "Sorry isn't enough, Jan. You left me when I needed you most. You denied our babies' existence and put my life at risk."

His face contorted in anguish, but her words cut deep. "I know, Sanem. I was wrong. But please, forgive me. I promise to make it up to you and our babies."

Her laughter was cold, her eyes flashing with anger. "Forgive you? You think a simple apology and a promise can erase everything I suffered in those past nine months?"

He took a step forward, his hands reaching out, but she refused to stare at him, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Don't touch me, Jan. You lost that right when you walked away. I need time, space, and proof that you're committed to our family."

His face fell, his eyes filled with regret. "I understand, Sanem. I'll give you the space you need. But please, don't shut me out completely. Let me be there for our babies, at least."

Her expression softened slightly, her love for Jan still lingering. "You can see the babies, but don't expect me to forgive you overnight. I need to see actions, not words."

His determination to win her back burned brighter with each passing day. He knew it wouldn't be an easy feat, but he was willing to do whatever it took to regain her trust and love.

He began by being a devoted father to their babies, showering them with love and attention. She watched from a distance, her heart still guarded, but a hint of warmth crept into her eyes.

One evening, as she prepared dinner, Jan appeared in the kitchen, his eyes locked onto hers. "May I help?" he asked, his voice gentle.

Sanem's gaze faltered, and for a moment, they stood there, the only sound the sizzling of vegetables on the stovetop. "You can chop the vegetables," she said finally, her voice soft.

As they worked side by side, the tension between them began to dissipate. Jan made a conscious effort to keep the conversation light, asking about Sanem's day and listening intently to her responses.

Sanem found herself opening up, ever so slightly, her words flowing more freely with each passing minute. Jan's eyes sparkled with interest, and his smile, though tentative, was genuine.

As dinner was ready, he insisted on feeding the babies, his hands moving with a tenderness that made her heart skip a beat. She watched, her emotions in turmoil, as he cooed and laughed with their children.

After dinner, he offered to bathe the babies, his movements efficient and loving. She sat on the couch, her eyes fixed on the scene before her, her heart aching with a mix of sadness and longing.

His efforts to win her back were nothing short of remarkable. He was a devoted father, always available to feed, bathe, and soothe their babies. He helped with household chores, cooked meals, and even surprised her with her favorite flowers.

Sanem, though still guarded, couldn't help but notice Jan's gentle persistence. He never pushed her for forgiveness, never expected her to forget the past.

One evening, as she was preparing dinner, Jan appeared in the kitchen, a guitar in hand. "May I play for you?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with hope.

She gaze faltered, and for a moment, she hesitated. But something in his eyes made her nod, and he began to play a soft melody.