Chapter eleven

Angel Roswell

I watched as Heaven ran around the garden with Selena, my wife. It was a strange feeling, seeing the two of them together. I didn't love Selena, and I knew she hated me too, but she was good with Heaven. I couldn't deny that.

Heaven laughed as she played, and Selena joined in. It was a rare moment of happiness for us, even if it was just for show. I couldn't help but feel grateful that Selena was there for Heaven, even if I couldn't be the father she deserved.

Later that day, I sat in my office with Andreas, my best friend and right-hand man. We were going over some business deals when I brought up Selena.

"I'm happy she's getting along with Heaven," I said, leaning back in my chair.

Andreas raised an eyebrow. "Really? You hate her, Angel."

"I know," I sighed. "But she's good for Heaven. I can't deny that."

Andreas nodded slowly. "Maybe you should try to make things work with her."

I snorted. "That's not going to happen. She hates me, and I don't love her."

"Well, then