Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 65

Chapter 65 – Wake Me Up From Insanity (Anj‘s POV) Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Sky Mars was crazy for making my children very happy.

Seeing how happy they were jumping in their own beds, running happily inside the bedroom full of toys, and their faces shining brightly for having something they never had before was the scariest thing that ever happened to me.

Things are getting out of my hand now, and if Sky finds out the triplets are his flesh and blood, he will hate me, and it will be easier for him to get my children from me. My heart pounding hard inside my chest, I went out of the room to look for my children.

We have to leave now.

I didn‘t need to check the room next to the girls‘ bedroom because I knew they would not stay there, and following their giggles and excited voices, I walked back to the living room, pushed the ajar door slowly, and saw my children looking stunned at their father‘s study room. “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy, look,” Leyanne said excitedly, running toward me and holding my hand to join them inside the room.

The welling tears in my eyes rolled down my cheeks as I saw the thrill in their eyes as if they were in heaven seeing the books on the shelves. Whether Sky loves to read or the books were just a decoration in the study room, my kids found this place more fascinating than their bedroom.

“Daddy has his own library!” Selene exclaimed as she stood in the middle of the study room, her eyes looking admiringly at the shelves. “Woah!” Lyra Helene‘s mouth was still in an O shape as her eyes wandered to the shelves.” Does Daddy read all of them?” she asked, joining Leyanne in walking to the shelves and scanning the books before getting a colorful Geography book at the bottom of the shelf. The hardbound and big book was so heavy that they had to help each other carry it back to where Selene was standing. They placed the book on the floor, laid their stomachs on the carpet, and my three girls

started flipping the pages excitedly. But what caught my attention was the big picture frame hanging on the wall. It was taken from yesterday‘s event in school, and if Sky has no plan for the girls or me, why would he bother printing and displaying it here. We looked like an in–love couple, a happy family.

Family

I do not want to sound ungrateful, but being raised by Sister Grace, a woman who vowed to serve the church and society, I always feel something is still missing. There was no doubt she loved me dearly, but not the same as how I saw Aunt Rose‘s love for Anya.

The residents in the nursing home would call me Sister Grace‘s charity case, not my mommy‘s daughter. I grew up hating my biological mother for abandoning me, but whenever I say this to Sister Grace, she always reminds me that there was a good reason for giving me away. She told me my mother loved me because she gave birth instead of getting rid of me, aborting me.

For me, there‘s no difference because still, my mother abandoned me. No one will take my children away from me, and if Sky finds out about them and takes them away from me, it is the same as killing me. He already has everything, while I have nothing but my children.

I felt Sky beside me. “I will let this slide, Sky. Only for today, but please, tomorrow, let‘s not see each other,” I wiped my tears. If I had to run away again from him, I would do it, but today, I would give my daughters a happy memory that once in their lives, they had been with their father, and he did his best to make them happy. “Mommy,” Lyra Helene raised her head. “Can we stay here for tonight? Please...” she said, her eyes begging “Mommy, please!!!” Now I could hear three voices begging adorably at me. I walked toward them and sat on the floor. “Okay,” I croaked as my heart was in my throat.” But you‘d better ask Daddy if it‘s okay,” I uttered in a hushed tone and pressed my lips to stop myself from sobbing.

In a silent battle between Sky and me about our children, I felt defeated already. I could only give outpouring love to my children, but not the material things they wanted to have.

“Daddy, please!!!!” They all said in unison, looking at him with their charming wide eyes. “Of course!” he said delightfully as if he had won at something. I rose to my feet when he sat with us, avoiding him. “Stay here. I‘ll just make a call,” I said, walking back to the living room. I found Finn sitting on the couch, but he only looked at me when I took my bag and went back to the girls‘ bedroom.

After closing the door, I sat on the floor, hugging my knees as I cried. I knew my feelings for Sky were nothing but haywire in my brain, confusing my heart into thinking that I loved him. The first time I saw him, I fell in love, but I wanted to believe that it was an illusion, a halo effect of seeing a very attractive man, nothing else. Love is when you are ready to sacrifice everything for the one you care for, like Sky to Lalaine. Still sniffling, I pressed Anya‘s number and waited for her to answer. “Is this you or one of the three little witches?” She asked as she answered the call.

I chuckled. “Hey, don‘t call my daughters that,” I sniffled, wiping my tears with the back of my hand.

“Anj, are you crying?” She asked, and I could imagine her raising her eyebrows. “What do you mean Angela is crying?” I heard Dylan‘s worried voice. “Did something happen to the girls?” I rolled my eyes. “Geez, Anya, please tell Dylan we‘re okay.” She giggled. “They‘re okay. I just thought she‘s crying,” she said. “Wazzup?” “Can we please talk without Dylan near you?” I stood up, walking to the adjoining closet room. I opened the cabinet and was surprised to see clothes inside, always three pieces of the same style.

“Sure!” She went quiet for a few seconds, then continued, “Mom‘s asking what time you‘re coming today.” I cleared my throat. “Umm... about that. I‘m calling Sister Grace that we‘ll just go there tomorrow.” “You‘re coming home tonight, then. I‘ll tell Dylan so –” I cut her right away. “Please don‘t tell Dylan. The kids wanted to stay here in Sky‘s home for tonight,” I sighed, breathing in to fill my lungs with air. “I heard it wrong, did I, Angela?” she uttered, clarifying to me, but I knew her. Anya was trying to remind me of

something important. “Remind me to wake up from this insanity, Anya,” My tears fell to my cheeks again as I walked toward the bathroom, seeing the big tub my children would go crazy about. “Then wake up now,” She laughed at me, but there was an edge to it. “Anya, I‘m resigning on Monday, and...” I breathed hard, closing my eyes. “We‘re leaving, and it‘ll be for good this time.” Anya went quiet, and even if I could not see her, I knew she was shocked at my news.