Chapter 41

Angel's POV

Last 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