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. 

you very

of water from my head, I touched my dripping

blinked and rose to my feet,

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

the drawers and finding the hairdryer. I smirked as I sat down, taking the bottle and drinking again. I lifted the hairdryer to my head. “Izh broken. What kind of place is this?” I sneered, putting it down.

you

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

He uttered in a low voice.

chair. My scalp felt the hot air of the hairdryer, and the warmth was

the bottle. I drank again, but before I could finish it, he

him sigh. “Let me take

him and stood up. I opened the empty closet door and crawled inside. I didn‘t know what

 

him as I sat and hugged my knees in the corner. When it became quiet, I buried my face in my arms and began sobbing. There was something heavy inside me that I had to cry to help

despise myself for giving Dylan a chance when it was unfair for him to wait for me

a few minutes of peace. But I didn‘t answer right away; only the sound of

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