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 doesnt 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. 

loves you very

the dropped of water from my

to the floor, I saw shoes. I blinked and rose to my feet, holding to the edge of the bed

again, pointing my index finger at the chest of the man standing before me. I chuckled. “I know you.” I shook my head. “Geez! I‘m drunk!” I held

bottle and drinking again. I lifted the

are you drinking, Anj?”

“You‘re talking. You sounded like him.” I was too hurt that I was

He uttered in a low voice.

my imagination of Sky opening a cabinet, taking a towel, and drying me. After slipping me on a bathrobe, he sat me on the chair. My scalp felt the hot air of the hairdryer, and the warmth was making me

I cried as I reached for the bottle. I drank again, but before I could finish it, he took it from me.

“Let me

I hushed him and stood up. I opened the empty closet door and crawled inside. I

 

my arms and began sobbing. There was something heavy inside me that I had to cry to help me

was unfair for him to wait for me when it seemed

only the sound of

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