(Anj’s POV)“What are you doing?”I turned around, wiping sweat on my forehead as I smiled at Olivia. She was at the bottom of the stairs already, looking adorable in her pink dress while holding her teddy bear.“Cleaning,” I answered as I continued mopping the floor. I was too angry at Sky that I needed to divert my attention to something else, and this is one of the things I do when I feel stressed, confused, or angry. Clean.“But you’re not a servant here,” she said, walking to the living room and sitting on the couch.I nodded and smiled at her. “When you grow up, you’ll understand,” I said, but it was a lie. Some questions will remain unanswered, or no one would dare answer.“I don’t want to grow up,” she sat down on the last step, propped her elbows on her lap, and cupped her angelic face.“Me, too, but I can’t stop growing,” I winked at her.She giggled. “My nanny said she saw you without red spots on your face, Angela.”I raised my eyebrows and waited for the next words she wo
(Anj’s POV)I didn’t need to spell it out.No one is supposed to know I am the wife, so I have to take off the wedding ring on my finger and sit in the passenger side, in front of the car. As much as Frank wanted to open the door for me, I shook my head and plopped myself in, so he was forced to walk to the back to open the passenger door at the back for Sky.When Sky got in, I fastened my seatbelt, leaned my head on the car’s backrest, closed my eyes, and pretended to sleep on our way to the hospital. I could not believe I would have to feel this way. I am not supposed to feel hurt. I should not get sad, but with him around, my heart seemed to have a mind of its own, torturing my brain, making it remember everything, the way how he looked at Lalaine or how he held and kissed her.Before I could stop, I found myself sobbing in pain. I pressed my lips tighter and covered my mouth, not wanting him to hear or see me crying, but it was too late.“Frank, stop the car,” Sky said in a stern
(Anj’s POV)“I want to give my son a lesson, and if you decide to stay married to Sky for a year, I will support you and your family, give you everything you want,” Steve Mars said.“Tempting,” I smiled, wanting to tell him I was not born yesterday to fall into the pit of his great offer. Staying married to his son without love or even desire, except when we were drunk, was like digging my own grave to make my life miserable. “Just five things.” It was almost a whisper when I said it.Steve crossed his arms to his chest and narrowed his eyes on me as he pursed his lips, creasing his forehead as he thought.“Did you know that the quilt is important to my family?” he asked, and when I nodded, he continued, “My grandmother made it herself when Sky was born,” he informed me.“Yes, I know. Sky told me,” I smiled sheepishly at him. “As I said, I’m an orphan, and when my mother found me in a carton box, there was nothing to identify my family or me. Let’s just say I had a thing for some sort
(Anj’s POV)“Who are you to decide alone?” Sky asked, surprising me.I rolled my eyes at him. “After what you did to me, you’re asking me that question? I would have signed the divorce papers if your lawyer had the papers ready.” I sneered at him, and I could feel my nostrils flaring in anger as I remembered how he asked me to get out of the car.He squinted his eyes at me like he was ready to attack me, but the heavy sigh from his father stopped us both, returning us to the reality that he was in the hospital because of us.“I’m tired,” Steve complained. “Bring Angela home, Sky. Make sure you stop the car at our driveway before asking her to get out.”“Dad, do you need anything?” Sky asked, changing 360 degrees as he talked to his father.He shook his head, pinning his eyes at Sky and staring at him like he wanted to tell him something.“Dad,” Sky sighed, sounding tired and in pain, leaving me wondering as I glanced at him. “Just please tell me what you need.”“I know your heart, son
(Sky’s POV)I am not evil, but when I heard Angela sobbing in the car, waves of guilt hit me like a tsunami. We may not love each other, but it was only when I heard her cry that I realized I should not have acted like a lunatic cheater in front of her.Lalaine went back, and it was the only thing that mattered to me at that moment.I was so mad at myself that I asked Frank to stop the car and told her to get out, and it was too late for me to stop her. Frank could only look at me from the rearview mirror, but he did not say anything as he drove to the hospital.If only she knew how worried I was while waiting for her. I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw her with Dr. Greene, but again my conscience was screaming in my mind when I saw her wiping her sweats on her forehead and looking tired from walking.“What did you ask from my father?” I asked her, pretending to be angry, but deep inside me, I was worried Dad did not treat her right like me. It will be too much for her, and I hate m
(Sky’s POV)Dad constantly reminded me to hold my anger, and Catherine and Elenita, who had served in my family for a long time, were my witnesses to how well I was doing in that area. He told me once that I must be able to think clearly despite how difficult the situation is not to make a wrong decision for the company and myself.Perhaps the reason why I was furious at Angela right now is that she was right. Although flirting was not even the right word but cheating. I could see that she was too angry with me that she stood up, ready to leave again like it was her habit of escaping from me. I held her hand, pulled her to me, and sat her on my lap.I wanted to hurt her and gripped her hand tighter, but when our eyes met, I drowned in the beauty of her brown eyes. My hand grazed her right arm, glided upward, and as I reached her nape, I pulled her closer to my face, crushed my mouth to her parted lips, and indulged myself in exploring her mouth, teasing her tongue to duel with mine.W
(Sky’s POV)Angela took a drowsy medicine.By the time we reached home, she was sleeping soundly with her head leaning on my shoulder. When Frank stopped the car near the main entrance, he immediately got out of the driver’s seat to open my door.“Angela, we’re home,” I said, shaking her shoulder lightly, but when she only groaned, I knew she won’t wake up. She breathed out, snuggling closer to me as she went back to sleep.“I’ll just wake her up, Sky,” Frank said, but I shook my head.“It’s okay. I’ll just carry her,” I said, unfastening my seatbelt and hers.Frank’s eyes widened in surprise. “Are you sure?”I smirked at him. “I carried her the first time we came home. Do you remember?”He chuckled, shaking his head as he opened the door wide for me. “Just be careful with the head,” he reminded me.I heaved a deep sigh. “I know.” I carried Angela like a bride, just like the first time we entered the mansion as a married couple. As I waited for Frank to open the door, I gazed at her f
(Sky’s POV)“Angela, open the door!” I knocked on the bathroom door many times, but she was not opening it. When I entered the room, she was not there in the bed, so I went to find her in the closet room. I was like an idiot opening the cabinets she might have hidden there. My last resort was the bathroom, which was locked as I turned the knob.“Go away!” She cried.I pressed my forehead on the door and regretted what I had done to her. I screamed angrily, hitting the door with my clenched fists, hating my day.“What do you want?” I asked, lowering my tone when I heard her sobbing.“I already told you, Sky. I wanted to go home,” she whimpered as she opened the door. Her eyes and nose were red from crying. “Let me go.”“You’re not a prisoner here. You can go wherever you want to go. Elenita said you fainted,” I cupped her face, wiping her tears with my fingers.She shook her head. “I just got dizzy. I told you I don’t like taking medicine. It makes me sick.”I rolled my eyes at her. “T