Evander gazed at her the slim silhouette of her back. For the first time, anxiety flashed before those unfathomably deep eyes.

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.

doubt in her heart

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 all the more for knowing the truth from all those

grew weak. Not daring to ruminate further, she

time ago, but Floretta remained in her seat with a colored pen in her hand, busy filling in the

for every child to

together in the parent-teacher conference, Floretta honored the occasion by

swung open to admit a group of boys who

before Floretta with his chest puffed up and grabbed

her face flushed red

my things, Mark?

boy’s meaty hands shoved Floretta away and perused the sketchbook with

thought you were hiding fancy artwork in here. Instead, all you have is a drawing of your family! Aunt Olivine said that you’re a

“You’re lying!”

stomped her feet angrily.

is the one who insists on being my mother and must have said those things in a fit of embarrassed anger because

my Aunt Olivine,” Mark growled as he pushed her again and jabbed a menacing finger. “Your mother threw you away as soon

fell onto the ground. She was so frightened at the

rubbing

Look at how good at lying Floretta is! She’s practically in

friends,

laughing about? My

despite her earnestness, none of

all the harder

star! How could she be

she loves Angeline in it. She’s the hottest

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