Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 74

Chapter 74 – A Lot of Angela (Sky‘s POV)

My heart was thumping in my chest so hard that I could not breathe. I met her eyes hiding beneath her eyeglasses. How could I miss it? Why didn‘t I recognize her when all the clues were there? I only remembered her face filled with red spots, missing the clue that the Angela I knew and Anj in front of me were the same. Her eyes, intoxicating smell, and how she made me crazy. Only Angela could do it; the woman I married at sweet sixteen and divorced me at seventeen. We spent amazing and annoying hours together, not even a year, before she left me, leaving my ego badly hurt, my heart not capable of loving anymore.

Divorced? Then it dawned on me she did not bother signing the divorce papers because she made me look idiot into the truth that she was a minor without parental consent when we married.

“Who is Angela?” She asked me, avoiding my gaze to sip her coffee, and turned to Leyanne to wipe the honey on her chin. “Why are you looking for her?”

Nice try! I wanted to tell her.

If the kids were not here, I would confront her, find the wedding ring she took, and make her swallow it, as I said before.

Kids?

I clenched my fists, pinning my gaze at the three girls in front of me. It took a while before it dawned on me that they were really my children. I am their father. I am that bastard father who left her to raise the kids alone, except I didn‘t know she got pregnant when she left me. If only I had known it, I would search for her even if she was at the end of the earth.

By the looks on her face, she was not ready to tell me with open arms that she was the Angela I was looking for. Even if I hang her, hurt her, or beg, she will definitely deny it.

“Why are you looking for Mommy, Daddy?” Lyra Helene glanced at me as she finished her pancake.

I shook my head, smiling and wanting to cry as I remembered how my daughter found me and begged me to be her father for a school activity. My heart was aching when reminded of how proud they were to tell me I was their daddy.

“Not mommy. A different Angela,” I said, wanting Anj or Angela, whatever, to believe that I was still looking for a different Angela.

“Different Angela,” Selene giggled.

“Did you know how many Angelas are in the world, Daddy?” Lyra Helene‘s eyes went round.“ A looot! I have a classmate Angela, and mommy‘s student was Angela too.” “I know,” I reached for her. “Come to Daddy,” I said, hugging my daughter as if it was my first time to see her. I buried my face on top of her head, wanting to cry about how I missed everything about them. I kissed her hair and cheeks, smiling when she giggled. “Daddy, stop!” She continued to laugh, but I didn‘t let her go.

moment, anger has risen in my heart as I remembered how she was almost hit by a car. My car! What if she was hit and got hurt? I will have to talk to Anya to tighten their security; otherwise, I will have her school closed.

Anya! She was the Anya Angela wanted to call that night. How could I be so stupid?

“Back to earth, Sky,” Angela said, taking Lyra Helene from me and carrying her in her arms.” What are you thinking?” She asked me.

I shook my head. “How about another sleepover?” I waggled my eyebrows at Leyanne and Selene.

Their eyes lit in excitement as they turned their heads to her, but she shook her head, making the girls pout. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Mommy has lots of things to do, and –“She glanced at her wristwatch, putting Lyra Helene down. “Grandma‘s probably looking for us already, so move now. To the bathroom, girls.” “Can Daddy bathe us, Mommy?” Leyanne asked as she climbed down the chair.

“No. Mommy will bathe you,” she said and turned to me. “I‘ll clean this later.”

“I have a regular housekeeper her. She‘ll clean this later,” I told her as I picked up my cup and sipped coffee, watching my kids lining up and following her like ducklings; then Selene stopped and turned to me. “Daddy, do you like to go with us?” She asked, making Angela halt abruptly as if her feet got stuck on the floor. When she turned around, her face went pale as if our little girl had asked something terrible. “Daddy‘s busy, Selene,” She answered immediately, walking to her and holding her hand. “He has already given us much time.”

“I‘m not busy,” I rose to my feet, walking toward them and squatting as I took her hand from her mother. When I looked at her, she avoided meeting my eyes. “Would you really like Daddy to join you? I also wanted to meet grandma.”

“Yes! Yes!” The girls squealed in delight, and the three walked closer to me, hugging their tiny arms to my neck “Sky, we already talked about this,” she muttered, sounding helpless as she looked at her kids. I stood up. “I know, but what is another day to remember?” Her tongue touched the inside of her cheek as she thought, then she shook her head, avoiding my gaze again and looking tense. “Do you have to work on a Sunday too?” Leyanne asked. “Mommy said it‘s a family day.” “You heard the kid, Anj. A family day,” I emphasized the last three words. I took my phone and called Frank again, and as I waited for his answer, I squatted and turned the speaker on for the girls to hear my conversation with him. “Frank,” I said before he could greet me. “No need to go to the office today.”

“Huh?” He was surely surprised because we have a project coming up, and usually, when we have projects, we hardly enjoy weekends.

for Angela. It‘s hard. There‘s a looooooooot of Angelas in the world.” I heard Frank chuckle briefly and then cleared his throat before speaking. “Sky?” “You heard my daughter, Frank. Let‘s just talk about Angela tomorrow.” I rose to my feet and stared at Angela, clenching her teeth. “And Frank, tell the designer to redecorate the girls‘ bedroom. Renovate if needed, and I want the bed changed into one family bed, the biggest size they could find.”

“Uh... S–sure!” He stuttered; perhaps he wanted to ask a lot of questions, but when he didn‘t talk, I assumed he decided to keep his mouth shut and keep his nose away from this complicated matter. “What are you doing, Sky?” Angela asked me with her panic–stricken eyes. “Let‘s talk later. Bathe the girls first,” I said and turned my back on them, walking to my gym room to box. I had to punch something to release my anger before I could hurt her.