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
Angel's POVLast night was exactly what I'd always prayed for. I lived a glimpse of my dream marriage, having a long, vulnerable chat with my husband, before falling asleep in his arms. He confessed a lot of things; including his real name, which happens to be George Brooks. And the one thing that stood out the most, was how my whole life, under the same roof as my father, was a lie. I rubbed my eyes strenuously before opening them. Looking to my side, my husband was nowhere to be found. Just when I was working my brain cells up to find me a solution as to where he could be, he kicked the door open. Instead of seeing a treacherous monster walking towards me with a tray in his hands, I saw a vulnerable orphan who was exploited and brainwashed. He wore a bright smile on his face as he strolled cautiously to the bedside. “Good morning wifey!” He muttered excitedly. “I realised you never had breakfast in bed while with me, and I thought why not start today.” “Mmh!” I hummed flirtatio
Angel’s POVI lay on my back, my head spinning, sweat dripping through the contours of my skin as I heaved. My eyes fixed their gaze on the ceiling above us, and for the first time I noticed the colour of the chandelier. Taking a glance at my husband, my eyes met his. He was staring at me with the most tender look, even though his focus should have been on his equally imbalanced breath. “Do you have something to say?” I pondered, my cheeks pulling themselves back in a coercive blush. He remained silent for a moment, then when he opened his mouth, he tutted. “I'm trying to figure out something.” He mumbled softly.“What?” I blushed, tilting my weight to his side and bringing the duvet closer to my bare breasts. He grinned and shifted his focus to the ceiling. “When did I fall in love with you?” He professed. I froze, feeling my nerves contracting under my skin. “What?!” I outed, perplexed. “Yes, Angel. I think I love you!” “I need to have a chat with your father!” I exhorted
Sarah’s POVI lounged on the beach, soaking up the sun and admiring the crystal-clear waters of the Indian Ocean. It was a much-needed break from my usual routine, helping me cope well with my recent miscarriage. I harboured hate for my brother at this point. Had it not been for him, I would have probably still been pregnant. Suddenly, my phone rang. I sighed, briefly tempted to ignore it. Garry had warned me not to take any calls so I could give this outing my full attention, but ultimately, I decided to answer. It was my sister-in-law."Hey, Angel," I said. "What's up?""It's Jeremy," Angel said, her voice lower than usual. "He wants to exhume Ace's parents' bodies."I sat up, suddenly alert. "What? Why?""I don't know," Angel admitted. "He and Ace are at loggerheads." She concluded with a sigh.I sighed. “And they both aren't normal people. Why am I not surprised?”She chuckled from the other end of the line. “I can't imagine how you must've dealt with all that your entire life.”
Angel’s POVAce seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?"I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again." I mumbled, rubbing circles on his back.Ace's eyes flickered with a mixture of doubt and longing. He seemed to be contemplating my words, grappling with his own self-worth and the possibility of a better tomorrow. "Please, Ace, trust me when I say that you're not alone in this.” I heaved. “Angel, I…” He attempted, but I interrupted him.“Uh uh!” An expression left m