All Chapters of Secrets and Second Chances : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Tony Woods' POV As Angela approaches our direction, my impatience gets the best of me. “Go after her now,” a voice said to me. “Don't sleep on it,” “Do you wish to see her escape? Won't you love to see her suffer for what she did to you?” For the second time, the voice spoke to me. I chose not to heed it because I wasn't sure if it was good advice. A lot of thoughts and options are flying in my head right now that I don't want to implement. That will be stepping on Patrick's toes and ruining the good work he started with. He's the reason I haven't stepped outside the car to strangle Angela to death with my bare hands. “Hey, "Patrick tapped my shoulder and winked at me to say put. “I got this,” It's obvious that he's been keeping tabs on me and knew I was about to do something stupid. Suddenly, Angela stopped coming when she saw me in the car. I saw this coming. We are about to miss out on Angela again, and it's not even funny. This is the closest we've got to apprehen

Tony Woods' POV “You really don't have to do this, Angela. I believe we can settle this amicably,” I spoke in a low tone. It's the least I can do now. Angela has the dagger, which gives her a bigger advantage. Just a slip-up from me and I'll end up with a bleeding neck. I know Angela too well. She won't hesitate to stab me to death should I try to do anything stupid. “Shut the hell up and drive. I would rather not argue with you at this time. Don't get me pissed off,” she yelled at me. The constant disrespect is getting on my nerves. Angela never, for once, treated me like this when we were married. Where she got her audacity to speak so ill of me is sickening. She won't stop scanning the station just to be sure the cops aren't coming from anywhere. “Angela, what do you want? Just name your piece, and I'll get it done,” I vowed. That's fear speaking through me. Blame it on the dagger placed around my neck. I'd be willing to do anything to save my life, even if it mean

Tony Woods' POV “I'm still waiting, Tony. I bet you would rather not become my first murder victim,” Angela reminded me just when I thought she may have forgotten. She didn't stop putting pressure on me to call the station and order Nicole to be released. Had I seen this version of Angela, I wouldn't have married her. She's a walking red flag! “Where's Kelly? Why is he not here with you? Who's he with right now? Is he missing me?” I digressed despite knowing how intense the situation has become. “Nicole is the biological father of Kelly, right?” I asked again. “Please don't lie to me. I need answers right now,” “Perhaps, we need to have the conversation about how you played a fast one on me. Did you ever love me? Did love-making ever mean anything to you? Or you were just faking an orgasm to please me?” I kept asking intrusive questions. Questions I know that Angela might not be willing to hear. “You're smart, Tony. Figure it out. I believe you have your answers, don't you

Susan's POV “You can't run, Susan. You're dead already. I'd derive pleasure in strangling you to death,” he threatened me and managed to stand up from the bed. Finally, the door opened in my favour after several failed attempts. On the verge of escaping, Paul pounced on me and pulled me back. I tried to fight back, but he was too strong for me to handle. He grabbed me by the neck and restricted my airflow. “Die, you bitch! You don't deserve to stay alive,” “You could have easily given in to my demand. None of this will be happening,” He spat at my face and forcefully kissed me. “Please, let me go. I can't breathe. I don't want to die,” I find it difficult to speak. “I'm sorry. It was a mistake. I never wanted to hit you in the head,” I apologized. A mistake? Hell no! It was on purpose. I would hit him a thousand times again if the opportunity presented itself. However, in this case, I had to compromise. My life is on the line. I just had to cook up some lies to sa

Susan's POV “What do you think you are doing, Paul? Please put the gun away. It's dangerous. You might pull the trigger accidentally. I know you can be everything, but not a killer. I believe we can solve this amicably,” With my hands above my head, I clamoured for a dialogue. “No, Susan,” he refused to listen to me. “It's too late to make amends now. You created this monster in me when you deprived me of making love to you. All I ever asked of you was a one-night stand,” he lamented like a pregnant woman. He is still dwelling on the sex I denied him when I've moved on from it. It's one hell of an experience I would rather not remember anymore. What happened there could have been avoided if only he had controlled his third. It's quite unfortunate that he decided to think with his penis rather than his brain. Now he's reaping the dividends of his stupidity. After he made that speech, I shut my eyes. I already imagined myself being dead. Instead of the sound of a gunshot,