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.

her heart

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 all the

Angeline’s arms grew weak. Not daring to ruminate further, she opted instead to investigate the matter thoroughly

children had gone out to play when the bell in the kindergarten rang a long time ago, but Floretta

looming close, the teachers called for every child to produce

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

open to admit a group of boys who came barging in. They

boys, chubbier than the rest, arrived before Floretta with his chest puffed up and grabbed

gesture, her face flushed

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

Floretta away and perused

hiding fancy artwork in here. Instead, all you have is a drawing of your family! Aunt Olivine

“You’re lying!”

angrily. Her features contorted

on being my mother and must have said those things

her again and jabbed a menacing finger. “Your mother threw you away as soon as you were born. Besides, Aunt Olivine said she’ll put you in the orphanage when she

Floretta fell onto the ground. She was so frightened at the mention of the orphanage that her scarlet

never do that,” she exclaimed indignantly while rubbing her eyes. “I have

from ‘The Journey’? Look at how good at lying Floretta is! She’s practically in

turned around and, along with his friends, began to

you laughing about? My mother

despite her earnestness, none of

the harder

star! How could she be your

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