Ace’s POVHurriedly, I tiptoed to my car as soon as I put the phone back into my pocket. I hadn't even bothered to wash my fingers that just performed the holy work. Without wasting any time, I accelerated onto the highway to my father's house. When I arrived there, he was sitting with Lulu by the dining table, sipping on wine. It seemed as though they had just had dinner, even though the table was already clean of plates to back that.“Good evening, father and mother!” I stuttered. My pacing heart had interfered with the flow of my voice.Lulu rolled her eyes and took a large gulp. The gesture alone was enough to signal me the issue was bigger than I had imagined.“Son, sit down!” Jeremy demanded. His tone, although stiff, had a low, scared essence to it.Reluctantly, I put my gluteus maximus against the soft suede of the dining chair.“You heard what I said on the phone, right?” Jeremy groaned.My heart sank. I didn't have a word in me to answer him. Or rather, them.“You're not
Sarah’s POV At the top of my mind, I wanted to excuse Angel's behavior for the effect of the heavy medication she might have been on. I picked up my phone and started typing.“‘You need to tell me everything!” And reluctantly, I tapped send, before I struck to send a follow-up that would convince her. “‘If we’re going to be working together, then I need to know everything. Your husband is not who he seems to be!” And sent.Or maybe I should've left out the last part? I pondered to myself, but the message was already sent. I waited impatiently, shaking my legs nervously.My husband found me holding my phone in my hand, my leg stomping up and down anxiously. He had a few things in his hand that had to go into the suitcase as he’d started packing for our Maldives trip.“Babe!” He called out, putting them away and making his way to me. I moved aside to create space for him to sit beside me.He drew his pants and bumped against the bed, then retrieved the phone from my hand. After read
Ace’s POV“Hello!” I answered. It was my father. “Surprised, right?!” He remarked on the other end of the line. I could hear the sound of him taking a large puff.My lips didn't move.“Listen, Ace. Lulu, Luis, Sarah and Bruno are my family more than you are.”My heart sank. ‘What?!’ I pondered to myself. “So, make sure you find my son as soon as possible. I can't afford to lose my family because of you. Okay?” He snapped. I felt needles and arrows pierce through my heart at his declaration. My lips vibrated as I skirmished to keep the heavy tears from making their way out of my eyes. “Heard me, son?” He continued. With a heavy heart, it's pounding almost blocking my vocal cords, all I could do was growl. His words were still reverberating in my mind, but my brain was almost blocked to comprehend what they really meant. He resumed. “You have 16 hours to bring my son; my real son, to my doorstep. Or else, you're going to have it coming for you!” He threatened, before the line beep
Ace’s POVI got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I dragged myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. “I can't even have a shower without you meddling?” She complained. “For God's sake, Ace, I'm gonna go mad. I can feel it!” She decried, her voice breaking. “I'm sorry!” I whispered. “I don't know how to apologise, but I think it’d be better if you take a break from my hideous face and go somewhere where you don't have to see me!” I suggested, cracking my knuckles nervously, as I stared at my re
Angel's POV“Let's go, Aunt Stephie!” I said lowly, ironing my dress with my palms. “I'm sorry, child. I wanted to tell you, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I didn't even know where I'd start.” She explained.Aunt Stephie continued. “But, seeing you here and dying to confront him broke my heart. I'm really sorry I betrayed your trust. You deserved to know!” She muttered, holding her hands together in front of her.She looked away from my gaze, which wasn't at all condescending. Just despaired.“It's all right.” I assured, seeing her crack her knuckles anxiously. “Let's just go, I will talk to his tomb instead. That's all I'm worth after all!” I hissed, my feet already taking me to the door, only to realise Stephie had remained behind, glued to one spot. I frowned. “Aunt! Let's move so we can go shopping afterwards. There's a lot we need to buy.” But, she didn't budge. “Is everything alright?” I pondered, arching my right eyebrow. A heavy sigh left her lips. Her eyes
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, watching the night change into day. I wasn't sure which wounded me more: my father's cold-blooded nature or Ace punishing me for my father's mistakes. Not to mention that the man whose lap I used to sit on died, and I was oblivious since he did not want me to know. I contemplated what mistake I may have made in my previous life that prompted me to go through such a traumatic experience. As the sun dawned, I dragged myself out of bed. While engaged in my profound thoughts overnight, I understood that I was now in control. The fate of the web of lies I found myself caught in, was in my hands. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my hands gripping the sink for dear life as I leaned against it. My eyebags were black and sagging. But that was not my foremost priority. I heaved as I convinced myself that the decision I took last night was correct, and that I would never wake up and regret it. I unlocked the wardrobe to collect my suitcase
Angel’s POV My husband whirred the car all the way to our marital house. Having parked in the garage, he hopped out and I watched him through the windscreen as he strolled to my side, and held the door open for me. He proceeded to retrieve my luggage from the boot and followed my lead to the entrance. “Maybe I should run you a shower.” He offered politely, his voice having a soft touch to it. I arched one eyebrow, perplexed by his sudden change in attitude. “Sure!” I affirmed hesitantly, hoping the nonchalant energy he was exuding wouldn't deter me from going ahead with my plan. My eyes ran from head to toe as he walked above me, up the stairs to our room. When the door opened, a malicious aroma of dust and sweat attacked my nose. I grimaced and used my fingers to block my nostrils. “What is this smell?” I probed, my voice dying from the lack of oxygen intake. “Have you not been cleaning?” Ace sucked his lips and dropped his head. “You can't be a liar and a pig at th
Angel’s POV“I can do it for you!” I outed impulsively, and rose to sit on my butt. “I mean…I can bathe you. What do you say?” He arched his eyebrows, his ears unable to believe what they just heard. “No!” He declined politely, dropping his head. I tutted, my eyes on the floor. “I forgive you!” I convinced. “I’ve done away with any animosity I had for you in my heart, now that I know what my father did.” “What?!” He frowned, perplexed. “Angel, you don't have to. I totally understand if you continue hating me.” He paused and searched for words in the ground. “In fact, I’ve been contemplating getting a divorce. You deserve to be free!” I couldn't believe it. My eyes widened as I gasped for breath following his perplexing declaration.“A divorce?!” I snorted. “Yeah!” He affirmed strongly. “I’ve hurt you, Angel. It will be a redemption for me.” I fixed my gaze on him. I pondered if that was the very same monster I got married to. I was supposed to be angry at him, for all that he