Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 42

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(Anj‘s POV)

No one asked me why their father did not come today, and no one from my three girls dared to ask what happened to my call. I went home early today to pick them up from school, and when I asked them how their day was, they all answered the same thing. “It was okay.” No... For me, it was not okay. I knew something went wrong today even if they didn‘t tell me, and I could feel the pain in their eyes as if I did really bad to them.

Before leaving the bedroom, I gazed at my three little angels. Leyanne and Lyra Helene would always sleep sideways facing right, while Selene on the left. I have only seen Sky sleep twice, but like Selene, he would always sleep sideways, facing left.

I padded to the living room, sitting on the couch as I stared blankly at the TV. “You requested tea?” Anya gave me the cup. “Tea–quila?” She chuckled softly when I glared at her. “Just kidding. How‘s your day?” I raised my eyebrows at her. “That‘s a first. Now, I’m really worried that something happened in school today.” I inhaled the tea, smelling chamomile from my cup.

“What happened, Anya? My kids were not talking on our way home, and I feared something terrible happened during their activity.” She twitched her lips and lowered her head.

My heart was hammering in my chest as I waited for her. “Don‘t kill me with your silence, Anya? I asked Dylan a while ago, but he has no idea. He said he was out the whole day doing some errands for Sister Grace.”

“Yeah,” She breathed out. “Actually, this morning, when they were about to start their activity, Teacher Joy did not notice Lyra Helene sneaking out of the classroom.” She closed her eyes. “She walked past the security and got out of school.”

My mouth opened, but I could not utter anything. Outside the school building is a busy street, and anything could happen to Lyra Helene. She could have been hit by a car, or she could have gotten lost.

“I’m really sorry, Anj,” she sniffled as she held my hand. My hand flew to my mouth, stopping me from crying. If anything happened to my angels, I would never ever forgive myself. She cleared her throat as if there was more to tell. I closed my eyes, making myself ready for the next words she would say.

“Maybe the reason why they were not talking was because of what they did,” Anya said, looking around as if making sure we were alone. My eyes widened. “What did my girls do?” I asked curiously.

She pursed her lips, released my arm, and placed her feet on the couch, hugging her knees and burying her head in her arms. She mumbled something, but I could hardly understand her because she was like murmuring them or eating the words.

“What?” My eyebrows knitted, wanting to laugh at her, but my heart was in my throat, afraid that my daughters did something really naughty today.

She raised her head. “I said Lyra Helene came back with a dad,” she whispered.

“What?” I asked again, thinking I heard it wrong.

“I didn‘t know the exact story, but when Teacher Joy and I came back, they were already in the classroom with their father and grandfather,” she explained to me while fidgeting with her hands and feet.

I blinked my eyes many times, wanting to make sure I wasn‘t dreaming. “So... Uhm...” My high IQ was again beaten by a reality that involved my children. “What happened again?” I heard the word father and grandfather and hoped it was Father Jesse who came with his staff

at church. “Father and grandfather? Did Uncle Jesse come back from Italy? I... I don‘t understand,” I said in a low voice, not wanting anyone to hear our conversation, especially Dylan.

She smiled, and her eyes sparkled when they were just gloomy a while ago. “Your children brought a billionaire father into their class,” she said, pressing her lips right away to stop herself from laughing.

I raised my eyebrows, feeling my IQ level from very gifted dropped to moderately impaired.” Say that again?”

She chuckled as she placed her hand in her chest as if she was being tickled inside. “I was surprised to see Sky Mars in our school today,” she repeated, sitting crossed–legged on the couch as she faced me.”

I shook my head as if trying to clear my head. “Who again?” She moved her head closer to my ears. “Sky. Mars.” When she moved back away from me, she chuckled, lying her back on the couch. “It was hilarious...” Anya continued telling me what happened today, but I could not hear her words. I got lost in my train of thoughts, thinking I came back without worries because I knew he had forgotten about me. Although I cried hard the night I saw him on TV proposing to Lalaine, I told myself he deserved to be happy, and we all deserved to move on with our lives. She nudged me, snapping me from my eerie dream. I turned my head to her, raising my eyebrows.

“Huh?” I stared at her.

“I was asking you if a hot kiss can make you pregnant?” She laughed. “I never thought I‘d see him again after that day when he kissed you like he‘s ready to push you in the corner and quickly bonk with you.”

I rolled my eyes at her.

“Anj, he was so gorgeous,” she giggled like a teenager. “His smile was enough to melt the panties off of my female staff.”

I shake my head, stand up, wanting to be with my daughters, and lock the room until Sky leaves the country again. “Hey, where are you going?” She got up and asked.

“I‘m going to bed. Good night, Anya!” I turned back to kiss her on the cheek. “Thanks for taking care of my children today.” I want to add that my girls are not coming back to school tomorrow, but it will not be fair to everyone, especially to my children. When I returned to my bedroom, I lay my back beside Selene. She rolled to my side and snuggled closer to me. “Mommy, we met daddy today,” she said, opening her eyes and craning her neck to look at my face. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her forehead. “Really?” I whispered as my tears brimmed in my eyes. “Uh–huh!” She smiled. “He’s so handsome, mommy.” “I know...” I watched Selene as she closed her eyes again. I was sure that tomorrow she wouldn‘t remember any of our conversations. Perhaps my daughters hoped Sky was really their father and that even in their sleep, they thought of it as real. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I climbed from the bed and covered half of my children‘s bodies with the blue quilt I took years ago from him.