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 heart

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

to ruminate further, she opted instead to

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

parent-teacher conference looming close, the teachers called for every child

rare for Angeline and Evander to appear together in the parent-teacher conference, Floretta honored the occasion by applying

admit a group of boys who came barging in. They

before Floretta with his chest puffed up and

his gesture, her face

you touch my things, Mark? Give my drawing

Floretta away and perused the

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!”

her feet angrily. Her features contorted

have said those things in a fit of embarrassed anger because my

her again and jabbed a menacing finger. “Your mother threw you away as soon as you were born. Besides, Aunt Olivine

ground. She was so frightened at the mention of the orphanage that her scarlet eyes blossomed with

rubbing her eyes. “I have a mother.

good at lying Floretta is! She’s practically in

and, along with his friends, began to point and laugh

laughing about? My mother is

them, but despite her earnestness, none of

they laughed all the harder at

Sorelle is a movie star! How could

My mother has been binge-watching ‘The Journey,’ and she loves Angeline in