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. 

lovhs... loves you very

wiped the dropped of water from my head, I touched my dripping

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

I exclaimed 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 on to the door frame

whispered, opening the drawers and finding the hairdryer. I smirked as I sat down, taking the bottle and drinking again. I lifted the hairdryer to

you

to my mouth to cover my mouth. “You‘re talking. You sounded like him.” I was too hurt that I was already imagining Sky.

up,” He uttered in a low

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

reached for the bottle. I drank again,

heard him sigh. “Let me take you

door and crawled inside. I didn‘t know what was with their houses, having big

 

something heavy inside me that I had to cry to help me ease the pain I was feeling. I hate myself for expecting Sky to be there on

him to wait for me when it seemed more possible

away; only the sound of my sob echoed in the

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