Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 96

Chapter 96 – A Beautiful Mistake (Sky‘s POV)

It was the thud and a brief cry that woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I saw Angela on the floor. My brain was not functioning fully yet, but when I saw her crawling and reaching for something, all my senses woke up. “Angela, are you hurt? Are you okay?” I panicked, climbing down from the bed to get and carry her back on the bed.

“This stupid foot woke me up,” she said, hissing. I checked on it, and I could understand her pain because it was swelling. “Wait here,” I went to the bathroom and took my purse and bottled water. “Take this,” I gave her a pain reliever, and I was just glad Angela took it in her mouth without throwing a fit.” You should have woken me up.”

Instead of answering, she put the bottled water on the side table and snuggled closer to me, resting her head on my chest and her arm on my waist. “Why were you crawling?” I asked curiously, tilting my head to look at her face.

“You threw my top far from my bikini,” she craned her neck and chuckled. “Sorry, I woke you

up.”

I lifted her chin and reached for her lips, kissing her quickly.

“You have to bring me to my room, Sky. I don‘t want our kids scaring the whole villa with their cries when they woke up without seeing you or me on the bed.” Her smile disappeared, and her eyes saddened. “Don‘t take my kids away from me, Sky.” .

I swallowed hard as I made a hard decision. “I won‘t, but you have to accept my gift. You‘ll live at the penthouse and let me see them whenever I want to be with my children.”

“We can‘t live in your penthouse, Sky,” she shook her head. “But I will let you see them, and when the time is right, we will talk to them together about you marrying Lalaine and –.”

“You accepting Dylan?” I asked, hating myself for feeling the pain. She answered me with a deep sigh. “We have one problem, Angela. We‘re still married,” I told her. She raised her eyebrows and moved away slightly away from me. “I thought.” “Let‘s not outsmart the law this time, Anj. But let‘s do it the proper way. Would you sign the divorce papers?” I was glad she moved away from me. I didn‘t want her to think I had died because my heart had stopped beating.

She nodded. “Now, Mighty Sky, bring me to my kids,” She smiled.

“You have to answer me first,” I said, stopping her from getting up. “Do you love Dylan?”

She turned to me and smiled. “He said he‘d move a mountain for me, so I think that got me,

though getting the moon promise sounded nice.” I smirked, wondering how she could find humor in this situation.

“I won‘t be able to find another man who would love my kids like his own,” she smiled and attempted to climb down from the bed, but as soon as step her wounded foot on the floor, she winced.

“Let me get a robe for us. I‘ll carry you.” I went to the adjoining closet room and took two night robes. “No need to carry me. Just help me,” she said as she pulled on the robe. She held onto my shoulder, and slowly we walked toward the door. I opened the door, but the hushing and low sound of snarling from the hallway stopped us. As if we were kids, Angela and I peeked our heads out the door, but we made sure we did it unnoticed.

Anya was standing by the doorway, covering herself with a white blanket, while Dylan, still in his trunks, seemed about to leave or were pushed outside the room. “Anya,” he hissed, his hands gripping his hair

as he tried to advance, but she raised her hand, gesturing him to stop. “Don‘t, Dylan. I went gaga last night because I was drunk!” She breathed hard. “No... We were drunk. We were not in our right mind, that‘s all.”

“I‘m so sorry!” he shook his head. “I was still sober last night. I shouldn‘t have kissed you back when you kissed me.”

“See? It was my fault.” She exclaimed, but being a man, the looks on her face, I knew she was hurt. “Anj didn‘t need to know about this. My poor cousin suffered already, and I am not causing another pain in her because of this... this mistake!” she cried quietly.

I glanced at Angela; I didn‘t need to ask because tears were rolling down her cheeks. “This is a mistake,” Anya wiped her tears. “Anya,” He advanced to her, and despite Anya’s effort to push him away, he pulled her closer to him and imprisoned her in his embrace. He won in the end when Anya wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her head in his chest.

Anya raised her head. “It was a mistake, Dylan.” This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

Dylan nodded as he wiped her tears. “It was a beautiful mistake, Anya. Stop crying, please,” he said, lowering his head as he kissed her on the forehead, but when their eyes met, he breathed out, claiming Anya‘s mouth, kissing her passionately as he pushed the door opened, and they went back inside the room.

When we heard the click, Angela turned to me. “Where to?” “I‘ll carry you,” I offered, but she shook her head, carefully walking out the bedroom. When we reached the door of Anya‘s bedroom, Angela stopped hopping. I closed my eyes, hoping to cover her ears, but she only smiled at me as she ignored the moaning inside the room. We didn‘t need to guess what was happening inside, but what frustrated me was I had

no idea what was running in her mind. She was quiet until we reached her bedroom, and she breathed relief to find them still sleeping “Sky, please stay with the kids for a while. I‘ll just put on clothes.” I nodded and watched her as she took another pain reliever from her purse. She smiled apologetically at me. “I guess I need another pain reliever,” she said, and before I could stop her, she had already swallowed the medicine and hopped slowly toward the closet room.

Worry was eating me as I checked on the digital clock at the bedside. Only one minute had passed, but my soul would not rest until I knew what Angela was doing inside. I walked quietly toward the closet room, and when she wasn‘t there, I went to the bathroom.

The shower was open, making a light sprinkle noise as the drops hit the floor, but one distinct sound stabbed me. I was right; Angela was sobbing, washing the tears from her face as she craned her neck to the shower head. No one wanted to commit a mistake. If only Dylan knew... Years ago, If I knew, Angela would not be suffering now just because I allowed myself to be caught in a beautiful mistake.