Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 97 -- And The Winner Is (Sky's POV) How to be a super parent when you want to sleep more? I wanted to wear sunglasses as the sun‘s rays hurt my head, but | chose not to because if | did, | would fall asleep. | had to pretend | was okay as | volunteered to watch for the kids and Nitro while they played in the sand. I could not believe Finn added a new baby to Anj‘s life when she could hardly find tfor herself, but maybe Finn was also smitten with the kids.

Angela was with us, sleeping on the chaise lounge; her swollen foot savedfrom steering a sailboat since | had promised the children last night that if they behaved, we would sail today. | thought there was no hangover, but the Tequila, the game, the accident, our hunger in bed, that scene in the hallway, and my kids fully charged was never a good mix. | wish I could tell Angela to scoot over and lie down beside her.

One of the servants found the possible culprit on the shore, and when | showed it to the children and told them their mom stepped on it last night accidentally, erasing all other details, of course, as if they were all little scientists that they asked the Mighty Sky million questions about it.

“Aunt Anya! Aunt Anya!” Leyanne ran to her, leaving the others behind when their aunt walked to the seaside patio. | scoffed when I glanced at her. “Huh! The traitor could wear sunglasses!” | smirked. As to how she would perceive it depended on Anya.

She heaved a deep sigh. “I am not drinking Tequila again, Sky.” She pulled off her sunglasses and hissed like a vampire wincing from the sunlight. “Argh! What happened to the sailing promise?” “Aunt Anya, Mommy‘s hurt!” Leyanne said, still panting from running to her. My daughter sat on my lap and fixed her eyes on her mother’s foot.

It was my turn to heave a sigh. “Yes, Aunt Anya. Mommy's hurt.” | said in a low voice, gritting my teeth, but only Angela and | knew how the mommy got hurt - physically and emotionally. “What happened?” The real traitor asked in her panicked voice as she walked toward her. She sat slowly on the chaise, her lips trembling as she looked at her foot. “I'm fine. Don’t dare cry in front of my kids, Anya,” Angela uttered, opening her eyes. “I thought you were sleeping,” | could not help sounding suspicious. She should have at least helpedanswer her daughters’ questions. With no available Internet, | could not search for the answers to their questions. She smiled at me. “With my children running around, | couldnt even get a nap.” She got up and rested her head on Anya’s shoulder. If | were a woman, | would pull Anya’‘s hair until no single hair was left in her head after what she and Dylan did. | squinted as Angela put her arms around her cousin. Maybe she would squeeze her until she couldnt breathe anymore, but she didn't.

“Anya...” She uttered like a child while Anya combed her hair with her fingers. “Does it hurt? Are you feeling okay?” She asked worriedly.

She nodded. “I was more worried about the sea urchin,” she smiled.

“The sea urchin’s dead, Mommy,” Leyanne shared the news. She climbed down from my lap and went to her.

“Are you okay, Mommy?” She stood, eyeing her foot.

“Of course. Daddy saved Mommy last night,” she smiled gently at her. Our daughter nodded before turning back on us to join her sisters again. “Where's Dylan?” | asked, waving my hand at the housekeeper. “Serve the breakfast,” | said when she came. She nodded and left quietly.

“I don’t know,” Anya answered and wandered her eyes at the beach.

Angela hit her arm. Finally! My wife was taking her revenge.

“Ouch! Why?” Anya hissed, rubbing the skin her cousin hit. She sneered at her. “You said you'd only pee, but you didn’t cback. | was worried Dylan stashed your body on the water because of your crazy glast night.” “Ah!” exclaimed Dylan, walking in our direction. “I almost did that, Anj,” he said, squinting his eyes as he sat on the seat next to mine. He sighed. “You're right, Anj. It was a crazy game.” “Crazy game, indeed!” | grinned, but the truth, | loved to strangle Dylan now. “If not for that game, maybe Anj would have seen that poor sea urchin.

It shouldn‘t have died.” He raised his eyebrows, noticing her foot. He stood up and walked to her. “Are you okay?” She nodded. “The Mighty Sky saved my foot.” She smiled at me. When our eyes met, maybe she knew what | wanted to do, that she slightly shook her head, her eyes talking toin silence, stoppingfrom whatever evil plan | had in mind.

Angela hissed when Dylan attempted to sit beside her.

“Three is a crowd already. Shoo!” She chuckled, pushing him out of the chaise lounge.

When the two housekeepers returned, they prepared breakfast on the table. Aside from coffee, they served banana almond smoothies for us, toast, and four rice bowls topped with fried egg and avocado.

“Have the kids eaten already?” Dylan asked as he attempted to help Angela, but | beat him, carrying and sitting her beside me.

Anya walked to the chair next to him.

“Yep!” Angela answered, taking one glass of smoothie and moaning while sipping. That sweet and beautiful moan madesmile, wantingto carry Angela back to the villa. | leaned my head closer to her ear. “You love the breakfast, pumpkin?” She chuckled. “Yep!” Anya chose the coffee, sipping while her eyes were on the kids. “If I'd get stuck here, | think | won‘t mind even if there’s no Internet.” One is | nodded. “Who needs Intewhen you can drink one bottle of Vodka by yourself, enjoy the beach, eat good food, play a crazy game, and mmm... have good sex.” Angela coughed and glared at me. “The last one‘s a wish, pumpkin,” | said, picking up my cup to sip coffee. “Good sex,” Dylan shook his head as he uttered the word faintly. “What a term, Sky.” “If there is, what‘s the appropriate word then?” My eyes narrowed as | asked him. He pursed his lips, shaking his head again. “I'm never drinking Tequila again. Never playing that gagain.” “I‘m never drinking Tequila again. The last t| did, after nine months, | got three kids,” Angela said, pursing her lips when Anya and | released a slight cough while Dylan cleared his throat, looking elsewhere. “Or maybe it wasn‘t the Tequila. Maybe it was the Vodka,” she breathed out.

There was silence for a few seconds before Angela attacked everyone again. “Where did you sleep last night, Dylan?” she asked, her eyes focused on the rice she was eating. “In my room. Why? Were you looking for me? Did you cto my room last night?” He asked, trying to smile, but I could guess he was nervous. “I couldn‘t go anywhere because of this foot,” she twitched her lips. He nodded. “So, what's the plan after the birthday?” he asked. Angela looked atas if tellingwhat the plan was.

“Anj and | already talked about it. We‘re divorcing, I'll get to marry Lalaine, and she could marry anyone she chose to. When it comes to the kids, we'll still share the responsibilities and ...” | turned to Angela. “You think we should put this in writing? It sounded real.” She nodded. “Yeah, we should.

| didn‘t want any problems when | decided to marry Dylan.” She said and was startled when Anya dropped her fork on the floor. “Sorry,” Anya chuckled nervously as she took the fork. The housekeeper went to her to get the fork and got her a clean one. “I'm just kidding,” Angela focused on her food and did not speak again until she finished her breakfast.

1 couldn‘t guess who played it well in denying the pain we were all feeling at the moment because my sole concern now was Angela. How can she beccomplete when people around her keep hurting her, even the one who promised to move a mountain for her?