Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 87

Chapter 87 – The Stolen Hearts (Anj‘s POV) 

After that conversation with Dylan, I knew the night would be long, and it would be difficult to stop my brain from thinking. 

For six years, I always settled with tea and books to calm me, but now, with all the lies, Sky and Dylan, and wanting my children to be happy, they were all confusing my brain. 

I stopped by the bar next to the kitchen, got the same bottle of Vodka Sky and I drank years ago, and walked to the bedroom. My children were sleeping in the most oversized bed I‘ve ever seen that even if Dylan and Anya joined us in the bed, there would still be space for Sky and Finn. 

sky. Why do I always think of Sky when he doesn‘t even think of me? 

I scoffed and walked to the closet room. I opened the cabinet and saw shopping bags inside with a note. There was nothing special to it, just the scribbled message For Anj. My lips curled into a sneer, but I opened them since I had no plans to wear the same clothes, the only ones I had. 

A small sigh slipped my lips as I pulled off my clothes, chugged on the bottle of alcohol as if this was my last day on earth, and went to the shower area. I could not drown myself in the sprinkle of water from the shower, but the liquor might. By the time I was done showering, the Vodka was almost half empty. 

“Oh!” I exclaimed, suddenly laughing for no reason at all. 

I put the bottle on the dresser. Still dripping wet, not minding drying my body with a towel, I found myself swaying in entering the bedroom. I chuckled as I barely reached the bed, feeling my body so light. I kept my eyes open to check on my children, kissing their foreheads. 

very much,” I whispered.

water from

floor, I saw shoes. I blinked and rose to my feet, holding to

you.” I shook my head. “Geez! I‘m drunk!” I held on to the door frame

I sat down, taking the bottle and drinking again. I lifted the

are you drinking,

talking. You sounded like him.” I was too hurt that I was already imagining

He uttered in

sat me on the chair. My scalp felt the hot air of the hairdryer, and the warmth was making me sober and sleepy like its sound was a lullaby to

to get drunk to shee you, Shky?” I cried as I reached for the bottle. I drank again, but before I could finish it, he took

I heard him sigh. “Let me

the empty closet door and crawled inside. I didn‘t know what was with

 

buried my face in my arms and began sobbing. There was something

giving Dylan a chance when it was unfair for him to wait for me when it seemed more possible for

drink?” He asked after giving me a few minutes of peace. But I didn‘t answer right away; only the sound of my sob echoed

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