Angel’s POV“Should I go ahead?” My husband’s deep and dreamy voice whispered with a soft sigh into my ear.I nodded with a groan, not knowing if I should scream or hold my composure as his finger made rounds under my panties, driving me to insurmountable pleasure. His other hand supported my waist from my hubd back.Panting, he thrusted his finger inside me.“Ah!” I gasped.‘God! Not this again!’ I cried in my mind.He had pushed and pulled thrice before I interrupted.“Uhm, wait!” I demanded, wearing a piss.“What?!” I let out a sigh, fixing my clothes.“Can you just fuck me the right way?” With a dead stare at my face, he hissed, with no single vibration of bother in his voice.“Angel, it's this or nothing!” “But…” He interrupted my nag by pulling me to his chest. His warm breath hit my face gently, calming me down from my horny rage.I let him have his way with me using his finger, and slowly but surely, I gave in to the moans which had been building up. Although I didn't ‘co

Sarah’s POV At the top of my mind, I wanted to excuse Angel's behavior for the effect of the heavy medication she might have been on. I picked up my phone and started typing.“‘You need to tell me everything!” And reluctantly, I tapped send, before I struck to send a follow-up that would convince her. “‘If we’re going to be working together, then I need to know everything. Your husband is not who he seems to be!” And sent.Or maybe I should've left out the last part? I pondered to myself, but the message was already sent. I waited impatiently, shaking my legs nervously.My husband found me holding my phone in my hand, my leg stomping up and down anxiously. He had a few things in his hand that had to go into the suitcase as he’d started packing for our Maldives trip.“Babe!” He called out, putting them away and making his way to me. I moved aside to create space for him to sit beside me.He drew his pants and bumped against the bed, then retrieved the phone from my hand. After read

Ace’s POVI got back home in the middle of the dark, and headed straight to bed. Angel was still sleeping peacefully, and I snuggled beside her, then held her into my arms as I listened to her rhythmed breathing. On the other hand, my racing thoughts didn't give me the privilege of getting to slumber, so I watched into the phantasmic sunrise amidst the dark, raging clouds. Around 7am, Angel regained consciousness. She didn't say a word, she just stood from my numb arm's rest, and disappeared into the bathroom. A few minutes later, I dragged myself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. “I can't even have a shower without you meddling?” She complained. “For God's sake, Ace, I'm gonna go mad. I can feel it!” She decried, her voice breaking. “I'm sorry!” I whispered. “I don't know how to apologise, but I think it’d be better if you take a break from my hideous face and go somewhere where you don't have to see me!” I suggested, cracking my knuckles nervously, as I stared at my re

I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, watching the night change into day. I wasn't sure which wounded me more: my father's cold-blooded nature or Ace punishing me for my father's mistakes. Not to mention that the man whose lap I used to sit on died, and I was oblivious since he did not want me to know. I contemplated what mistake I may have made in my previous life that prompted me to go through such a traumatic experience. As the sun dawned, I dragged myself out of bed. While engaged in my profound thoughts overnight, I understood that I was now in control. The fate of the web of lies I found myself caught in, was in my hands. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, my hands gripping the sink for dear life as I leaned against it. My eyebags were black and sagging. But that was not my foremost priority. I heaved as I convinced myself that the decision I took last night was correct, and that I would never wake up and regret it. I unlocked the wardrobe to collect my suitcase

Angel’s POV“I can do it for you!” I outed impulsively, and rose to sit on my butt. “I mean…I can bathe you. What do you say?” He arched his eyebrows, his ears unable to believe what they just heard. “No!” He declined politely, dropping his head. I tutted, my eyes on the floor. “I forgive you!” I convinced. “I’ve done away with any animosity I had for you in my heart, now that I know what my father did.” “What?!” He frowned, perplexed. “Angel, you don't have to. I totally understand if you continue hating me.” He paused and searched for words in the ground. “In fact, I’ve been contemplating getting a divorce. You deserve to be free!” I couldn't believe it. My eyes widened as I gasped for breath following his perplexing declaration.“A divorce?!” I snorted. “Yeah!” He affirmed strongly. “I’ve hurt you, Angel. It will be a redemption for me.” I fixed my gaze on him. I pondered if that was the very same monster I got married to. I was supposed to be angry at him, for all that he