And so what if I hook up with Angelo just a little bit on the aspect? We’re married, in any case, doesn’t it need to be consummated? I’m going for a divorce, not an annulment.

It’s just a bit enjoyable, that’s all. That’s all Angelo has ever been to me. Simply enjoyable.

I push the ideas away about how I’d missed him after I hadn’t gotten his quantity, how I’d longed to see him after I came upon I used to be pregnant. He’d been drunk that evening, certain, however he’d additionally been so candy, speaking to me about life and our pals and all our favourite issues.

It was like we’d gotten to know one another on a stage that often solely occurs after relationship somebody for weeks. We’d simply sped it up in that one evening.

However he’s totally different now. I’m totally different. I’m a mom and he’s a killer and I can’t dwell the life-style he lives. I can’t fall in love with somebody who threatened to kill me.

It’s true that I don’t suppose he would have accomplished it, even then. I feel he talks an enormous recreation, however killing somebody in chilly blood like that? I’m unsure he would have accomplished it.

My stepfather is a wiseguy however he’s by no means killed anybody who didn’t attempt to kill him or his pals, first, and I assume that’s what Angelo is like.

However how would I do know? I solely spent one evening with him and now what, per week? It isn’t like I do know him. He may snap and kill me anytime he needed to, however as an alternative, he’s inviting me into his mattress.

I’m sleeping with the satan, and I do know it, however it feels so proper.

It’s simply because I’ve been just about celibate because the evening that Angelo and I met. I had been so afraid of one other being pregnant that I hadn’t attached with anybody, and I’d been centered on beginning my new life.

I nonetheless am.

In actual fact, I take the cash that Chelsea calls her pirate’s booty, understanding she’ll neglect about it in a fashion of days, and put it in a suitcase which I cover excessive up on a excessive shelf within the walk-in closet. There’s already a stunning quantity of ladies’s garments in there, and I stare at it, shocked.

It’s costly, too, all of the designer manufacturers, and most of it even has tags on it.

I huff and bypass all the ladies’s garments, having no concept why Angelo has a lot of it and making a word to ask him later, however not in a jealous approach.

I’m not jealous. If he has a girlfriend or no matter, somebody who retains her garments at his home, he’ll simply need to maintain her away from Chelsea. It’s none of my enterprise in any other case.

I costume in a pair of yoga shorts and a tank-top, strolling downstairs, and perhaps my cheeks are just a little flushed with anger. I can’t assist it. He’s proposed to me, made me marry him, and he’s acquired some lady leaving garments in his closet?

Chelsea is sitting in her highchair, a brand new one which Angelo should have purchased for her, regardless that I don’t know when he’s had time to do it, consuming bacon by the fistful.

“It’s best to no less than make her eat some toast with it,” I say tiredly, noting to myself that Angelo goes to be troublesome to co-parent with.

“I’m making toast,” he says, winking at her, and when the toast pops up, he butters it and palms it to her.

She promptly shreds it into items and goes again to consuming her bacon.

I groan. “Simply two bites, Chels, please.”

Chelsea appears to be like up at me, and he or she should sense that I’m on the sting, as a result of she dutifully eats two bites of the ruined toast.

“Thanks,” I say, plopping down in a chair. Angelo slides over a plate of bacon, scrambled eggs, and toast with chunky peanut butter unfold throughout it.

I search for at him.

“I didn’t know the way you preferred your eggs,” he says, sounding just a little sheepish, and I choose up the toast first, it.

“Chunky,” Chelsea says with a glance of full disgust on her face. “Papa likes it too.”

“Peanuts are good for you, Chelsea,” Angelo says, and Chelsea stands proud her tongue, dropping extra bacon on the excessive chair.

I sigh and take a chunk of my toast, which is definitely my favourite. Angelo smiles briefly earlier than cleansing Chelsea up.

I stare at them, stunned. I by no means imagined that Angelo would do any of the actual work in relation to Chelsea. I by no means thought, even after we reconnected, that he’d prepare dinner for her, clear up after her, give her a shower, issues like that.

I assumed he’d simply need to be the enjoyable dad, getting her presents and enjoying together with her.

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