Her Precious Baby

He expected Angeline to blame and scold him instead of opening up like this. It was as if she had numbed herself to her fate.

The only thing more dangerous than a fight in a relationship was a cold shoulder, which was proof of her increasing disregard for him.

Evander felt empty in the stomach at that thought. He reached out and grabbed Angeline’s arm.

“Why did we have to break up?” he asked, gritting his teeth in dismay.

“Was I not clear enough?”

“I want the real reason.” Evander gazed down at her, his voice husky. “Why did you react that way when you saw the Heart of the Ocean I gifted you? What are you hiding from me?”

He only realized the shift in Angeline’s emotional state after he calmed down. Though he was unclear of the reason, he surmised upon further thought that it must have been due to the necklace.

“Is that important?”

Angeline’s heart skipped a beat at Evander’s words. She turned around to face him while feigning a calm she did not feel.

“Everybody has their secrets, Mr. Golding. That must be why you won’t tell me who Floretta’s real mother is.”

Initially prodding Evander to see if she could discover something, she did not expect such a hostile reaction from him.

“You are becoming bold, Angeline!”

“Forget I ever asked.”

Angeline scoffed and again struggled to free herself of Evander before turning around to leave abruptly.

the doubt in her

to the mention of Floretta’s birth mother? What is he hiding from me? Could he, instead of the traffickers, have stolen the newborn baby? If that’s the case, Evander must have been planning this charade and knew that I would only hate him

weak. Not daring to ruminate further, she opted

time ago, but Floretta remained in her seat with a colored pen in

called for every child to produce

and Evander to appear together in the parent-teacher conference, Floretta

group of boys who came barging in. They gazed in Floretta’s direction

rest, arrived before Floretta

his gesture, her face flushed red

you touch my things, Mark? Give my drawing back to

hands shoved Floretta away and perused the

you have is a drawing

“You’re lying!”

feet angrily. Her features contorted

being my mother and must have said those things in a fit

Sherrock. That’s my Aunt Olivine,” Mark growled as he pushed her again and jabbed a menacing finger. “Your mother

onto the ground. She was so frightened at

never do that,” she exclaimed indignantly while rubbing her eyes. “I have a mother. She’s

‘The Journey’? Look at how good

turned around and, along with his friends, began to point and

are you laughing about? My mother is Angeline

them, but despite

all the harder

Sorelle is a movie star! How could she be your

has been binge-watching ‘The Journey,’ and she loves Angeline in it. She’s the