All Chapters of Sassy Angel's Secret Sin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

(Sky’s POV)I wish I knew what was going on in Angela’s mind.She was quiet the entire drive from the amusement park to the nursing home. With three girls at the back telling me how their day went, I could imagine the fun but the horror of seeing their mother falling and getting hurt.“Uncle Dylan kept saying I’m sorry to Mommy,” Selene said.“But Mommy was just crying, and then Uncle Dylan carried her to the clinic.” Lyra Helene continued.“Then Aunt Anya cried too because Mommy was hurt,” Leyanne added.“What did Uncle Dylan do to Mommy?” My hand gripped the car steering wheel, but I could not dare look at her or the kids in the rearview mirror.“We don’t know,” Selene answered. “Maybe he took back the candy because Mommy ate his candy.”“Interesting.” I sighed, hating that I was getting angry as I imagined Dylan kissing Angela.We reached the nursing home, and like the first time I came here, I stopped in the same spot Angela parked the car and watched my kids unfasten their seatbe

(Anj’s POV)Sky left an hour ago after he successfully resisted my children’s pleading to stay for the night. He promised to return on Saturday and looked at the calendar on the wall, and we will all have to wait for two days.My forehead creased.Not we… They! They needed two forty-winks before that day to come. I lifted the cup and sipped coffee. After Sky’s conversation with Sister Grace, he was quiet that I was afraid he would just flee the nursing home without saying goodbye to me, but after staying alone in the garden for more than fifteen minutes talking to someone on the phone, he went back inside, surprised me with a searing kiss that I almost beg him to make love to me in the small office.“Dinner!” Dylan raised the paper bags in his hands, smiling at me.I smiled at him and put down the cup on the table. “Did you have to catch the chicken yourself?” I joked, hoping it would help us all lighten the mood after what happened today.“No. Anya and I had to argue for long minutes

(Anj’s POV)Finn was drinking champagne as he sat comfortably in his seat.Anya was busy taking pictures, and maybe before we reached our destination, she would be done covering all parts of the plane, with different poses in her camera except sitting on the pilot’s seat while we were still on the flight. Dylan pretended to be busy reading a magazine he found on the seat but constantly stole glances and checked on me. After that kiss on the Ferris Wheel, we never got the chance to talk again because, first off, I made sure I never stayed in one place alone with him, and second, I hardly went home to Aunt Rose’s home.My kids were on the bed, playing with Nitro, short for nitrogen, the name they gave the puppy. The dog was a ‘she’, and the entire drive to the airport, they argued many times about what her name should be. In the end, they settled on the largest chemical composition of the sky. When they finally had the name, there was a bit of argy-bargy on how she should be called. Si

(Anj’s POV)After that conversation with Dylan, I knew the night would be long, and it would be difficult to stop my brain from thinking.For six years, I always settled with tea and books to calm me, but now, with all the lies, Sky and Dylan, and wanting my children to be happy, they were all confusing my brain. I stopped by the bar next to the kitchen, got the same bottle of Vodka Sky and I drank years ago, and walked to the bedroom. My children were sleeping in the most oversized bed I’ve ever seen that even if Dylan and Anya joined us in the bed, there would still be space for Sky and Finn.Sky. Why do I always think of Sky when he doesn’t even think of me?I scoffed and walked to the closet room. I opened the cabinet and saw shopping bags inside with a note. There was nothing special to it, just the scribbled message For Anj. My lips curled into a sneer, but I opened them since I had no plans to wear the same clothes, the only ones I had.A small sigh slipped my lips as I pulle

(Anj’s POV)My three girls, plus their puppy, running in circles and giggling happily, made the beach much more colorful as if truly completing the wonderful sunny weather. As we enjoyed our smoothies, it went the same with our eyes watching the blue sea, with little waves rocking back and forth on the shore.Despite irking at the thought of being here instead of working, Dylan couldn’t deny he was enjoying himself. I wondered when the last time he relaxed or took a vacation because ever since I met him, he has always been putting his nose at work.Anya herself was happy, humming as she sipped on the straw of her pineapple smoothies. After an hour of arguing about wearing the swimsuit, I finally convinced her we wore the same spaghetti strap top; hers was red, and mine was green. Whoever prepared the clothes inside the shopping bags must have thought I wouldn’t want the colors that they put two or more colors of the same style.It was a waste of money, but Anya called it some sort of