Chapter 47: The Act Of Cowardice

Tony Woods's POV

“Oh, no.

Not again.

What does this bitch want from me once more?” I hissed.

I felt like smashing my phone to the ground, but I considered the important information I may lose should I attempt to do that.

A thousand times she called, and not for once, did I respond.

I dropped the phone on my lap and left the company's premises.

I didn't know where the strength came from because a while ago, I had nothing left inside of me.

I was already making plans to book an appointment with my doctor to have my body fully examined.

A few miles away from my estate, my phone beeped.

Unlike the previous time, it was a notification.

I picked up the phone to check the notification only to see a text from Angela which says, “Your son is worried about you. Where have you been? He has been asking to see you,”

Immediately, I pulled over.

I didn't know when I started weeping like a toddler.

It dawned on me that Kelly would feel most of the pain now.

My hate towards the poor kid has grown, even though he didn't offend me.

The poor kid is about to be punished for a sin that was committed by his treacherous mother.

“What if the DNA results proved that Kelly isn't my son? What am I going to do?” That question ran across my mind at the speed of light.

I was so engrossed in trying to get more secrets from Sean that I didn't even think about that.

Not just me; it might be devastating if poor Kelly discovers that the man he's been parading about with is not even his Father.

I stopped worrying about Kelly when I saw the estate security approaching my car.

The last thing I hated the most was being questioned by someone below my class.

It might be messier knowing that the securities are on Red Alert after the last robbery.

I finally drove to my mansion and parked in the garage.

I didn't step down immediately. Rather, I stood back inside the car to nurse the hole in my heart.

Unlike the previous days when I got so excited to return home, today seemed a lot more different.

I didn't even mind passing the night inside my car if it was just Angela in the picture.

However, the thought of Kelly wanting to see me kind of affected my plans.

With uncertainty, I stepped outside my car and headed to my doorstep.

Like a thief at night would like to steal and destroy, I sneaked into my home.

I felt so awkward doing that. I didn't have a choice.

That was the only time I could avoid seeing Angela's face before I went to bed.

Fortunately for me, the lights in the living room were switched off, which played a vital role in hoarding my identity.

Despite how dark it was inside the living room, I managed to find my way up the stairs.

I found my way to the bedroom and quietly opened the door.

The moment I went inside, the lights came on.

I screamed, “Holy fuck,”

I proceed to hold my chest in relief. It was the scariest moment of my life.

“Like seriously?

Do I need to remind you that is your house?” Angela asked me as she stood beside the door.

It's safe to say that she had it all planned out.

She knew I was coming and decided to dig a pit for me.

Stupid me!

What did I do?

I fell inside the pit like helpless prey.

“You are still up?

I thought you'd slept off,” I said to her while taking off my suit.

All the moment I spoke, I tried my best not to look into her eyes for a second.

She might be standing next to me, but in my mind, she never existed.

“You thought I was asleep? Oops, now that sounds funny,” she giggled.

“You saw my call, didn't you? Why did you ignore it?” She asked me like a private investigator.

She didn't even bother to ask me why I stayed out late.

That goes to show that she doesn't care about me

“I was busy and driving,” I responded and took off my clothes as I prepared for a hot bath.

“And you didn't even consider returning the calls or texting back? Are you cheating on me?” She continued to lament.

My leg was a few inches closer to the washroom before she popped the question

Like a mannequin in fashion stores, I paused. I felt like my legs were glued to the ground.

I tried to convince myself that she didn't just ask that question.

But at the same time, I realized that it was just the two of us in the room.

Ignoring what she said, I proceeded to have my bath.

I couldn't even concentrate on having a good bath as the question kept echoing inside my ear like a concert.

I stepped out of the washroom, intending not to start a fight, when Angela came and stood right in front of me.

From the look in her eyes, I could tell she came prepared.

There was no doubt that she'd been waiting for a moment like that.

“You want to pretend like you didn't hear me the first time, right? So who's she?

When were you going to introduce me to her?” Angela revisited the conversation just when I thought she already moved past it.

It was at that moment it dawned on me that I got married to a witch and not a human.

It opened my eyes and reminded me of the words from friends and families who warned me that Angela might be the downfall.

Now the prophecy is about to come to pass. I haven't been this scared my whole time.

From what I heard about Angela, I ought to be the sad one.

Now she has taken that position and I presently feel guilty for doing absolutely nothing wrong.

If this isn't gaslighting, then I don't know what else it is anymore.