I kiss Angel goodnight and stand by her bed. I'm glad that she eventually fell asleep. She has been asking questions the whole day, and she vetoed leaving her room the rest of the day after that uncalled-for charade with her mother earlier. She doesn't want to see her mother, but I know Maria. She won't take any of that. I tiptoed out of her room, cautiously locking her door. I scan the living room with my eyes. I know he is upstairs in his study, but I want to be cautious in case he goes down to get a glass of water or something. He can't know I am sneaking into Maria's room. He went hysterical when I told him that Maria wanted to talk to me in her room tonight. I don't know what he is so afraid of. It's like he knows something about this woman that I don't. I had no option but to lie to him. I told him that I wouldn't be seeing his ex-wife tonight. Ex-nonsense of a wife! I feel bad about lying to him. For not listening to him. For doing this behind his back, but I have to. I nee

ANDY'S POVI wait for my Ania to come and get me breakfast like she does most of the time, but today she doesn't come. I understand her, though. I know I screwed up last night, big time. I know she is mad, and she has all the rights and reasons to be, but I will explain everything this morning. Everything I have found about this fucking bitch named Maria, I will relay to her so that she can understand why I will do anything and everything to protect her. She sees Maria as just a selfish, pathetic bitch, which she sure is, but there is a more dangerous part of her that she is not aware of. Something that even I didn't know until I did my investigation. Now that I think about it, was my marriage to me a scam? Going by Tania's thinking, I feel like I was taken for a ride! This woman might have played me back then because things were just not adding up. It pains me to admit, but maybe I was so desperate for love back then that I refused to see through the curtain of her deceit. Her stu

My bedroom door opens, and my mother walks in. I honestly don't know what time of the bright morning it is, and I also can't recall what time I drowned into sleep last night. My head still feels so heavy with pending thoughts. I might have been thinking even in my sleep. Pss! Ooh me! I lazily pull myself up, sitting straight on the bed, and wait for my mother to speak. She looks so heavily pregnant with utterance, which I don't quite understand because we were on a clear page when we retired to bed last night. We had a loquacious family dialogue after Rita left, and we came to an understanding. I had a wide range of elucidating to do, and I did so without leaving out a thing. I poured out my all—my feelings, my thoughts, my sentiments, everything. After the lengthy beneficial lectures, even from my younger siblings, I felt so relieved, like a very enormous burden had been lifted off my chest. Nevertheless, I still found myself ambling in thoughts when I laid down on my bed, fathoming

*MATURE CONTENT*Our hands are all over our bodies as Andy kicks the door of this hotel room shut. I don't know how or when he concocted this, but... "Ooh.." A moan bypasses my lips as he slinks his hand under my dress, his fingers nipping my hard nipples roughly. I flex my chest toward him, granting him ample access due to my dreadful desires. We haven't done this in weeks. To hell with that fucking agreement we made to abstain until our wedding night. A lot has ensued that thwarted our desires during these past few days, and I understand, but now, I yearn to fuck him all this freaking day long. I want his glorious cock to spend the entire day massaging my walls and spend the night inside me if possible. Damn! It's been so fucking long since I felt his cock vibrating in my groin. I twitch with ecstasy as his fingers pinch my hard nipples, and another whimper of glory escapes my lips. As if that were a victory call to him, he squeezes the nipples even harder, twisting them, givin

"Maybe...maybe not. I just don't know, Ania. I have no feelings for Maria." "But you two had a strong connection before. It's normal for her to trigger something in you when you see her again, Andy." "All I know is that I don't want to see the face of that bitch. She reminds me of how her far-fetched love almost reduced me to nothing and the hell I went through with my daughter when she left. I gave her my all, Ania. I pleaded with her; I begged her, but still, she left. She told me to my face that day that I was not even half the man she wanted to spend her life with. And now she shamelessly comes back to claim my daughter? She dares to question how I brought up my daughter. She has no right to do that." "I know, Andy." I place my hands on top of his, soothing him with my thumbs. "Don't let her words or actions get to you because that is exactly what she wants—to irritate you and make you start doubting yourself. She wants to crush the confidence you have built in yourself over the