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.

doubt in her heart gnawed at

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

grew weak. Not daring to ruminate further, she opted instead to investigate

but Floretta

teachers called for every child to produce an artwork to be

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

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

of the boys, chubbier than the rest, arrived before Floretta with

by his gesture, her

you touch my things, Mark? Give

shoved Floretta away and perused the

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

“You’re lying!”

stomped her feet angrily. Her features

on being my mother and must have said those things in a fit of embarrassed anger because my father

“Your mother threw you away as soon as you were born. Besides, Aunt Olivine said she’ll put you in

his bulk, Floretta fell onto the ground. She was so frightened at the mention of

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

good at lying

around and, along with his friends,

about? My mother is Angeline

them, but despite her earnestness, none

laughed all the harder at

star!

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