Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 21

Chapter 21 – Five Things

(Anj‘s POV)

I didn‘t need to spell it out.

No one is supposed to know I am the wife, so I have to take off the wedding ring on my finger and sit in the passenger side, in front of the car. As much as Frank wanted to open the door for me, I shook my head and plopped myself in, so he was forced to walk to the back to open the passenger door at the back for Sky.

When Sky got in, I fastened my seatbelt, leaned my head on the car‘s backrest, closed my eyes, and pretended to sleep on our way to the hospital. I could not believe I would have to feel this way. I am not supposed to feel hurt. I should not get sad, but with him around, my heart seemed to have a mind of its own, torturing my brain, making it remember everything, the way how he looked at Lalaine or how he held and kissed her.

Before I could stop, I found myself sobbing in pain. I pressed my lips tighter and covered my mouth, not wanting him to hear or see me crying, but it was too late.

“Frank, stop the car,” Sky said in a stern voice that Frank had to slow down the car and stop the vehicle to the side. “Get out!”

Was he asking me to get out or Frank? My eyes welling with tears opened, wanting to turn my head to him to check who he was referring to.

“But Sky,” Frank panicked, staring at me with pity. When my eyes met Frank‘s, I didn‘t need to look at Sky. It was evident in his driver‘s eyes that he was telling me to get out of the car, not him. My heart was screaming in anger that I unfastened my seatbelt, turned to Sky, and threw the wedding ring in his face.

Frank gasped when the ring hit Sky‘s forehead, and we both heard him growling at me, but before he could say anything, I opened the car‘s door and ran on the sidewalk, ignoring him calling me. I have never hated anyone in my life, and I didn‘t know exactly what I did to the angels or the saints in heaven for me to suffer like this.

I was panting from running that I had to stop to breathe. From here, I could see the tall building of the hospital, and I realized that he got annoyed with my cry and wanted me to get out of the car because we were almost near the area. Still, I wanted to punch him in the face. If not for Steve Mars, I wanted to leave him for good and go home now.

Breathing out, I started walking again. It took me fifteen minutes to reach the hospital, and I had to sit in the lobby because my body was shaking, and my legs were cramping from the

ght I was okay, I walked to the receptionist in the lobby to ask for Mr. Steve Mars‘ room.

“How are you related to him?” The receptionist asked, glancing at me as she looked at the screen on her monitor, “I‘m the...” I breathed in and out before answering, “the maid.” She smiled gently. “I‘m sorry, but we only give information to family members.”

I nodded, understanding her. “Can you please do me a favor? If somebody looks for the maid, I will just be in the “I was not finished talking yet when I heard my name

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I turned my head to see Dr. Greene and smiled in relief to see him.

“What happened to you? Did you join a marathon or something?” He asked, walking toward the front desk. “You have a clean towel?” He asked the lady, and she nodded, bending her knees to take a face towel from the shelf under her table and give it to him

“Here,” he offered.

I took the face towel and wiped my face. “Thank you, Dr. Greene. I was actually testing the effect of centripetal force when sprinting, comparing which would take longer to reach the hospital, run on a straight track, or go around?”

The receptionist pressed her lips, but she could not hide smiling at me with amusement,

Dr. Greene laughed. “Interesting. I hope you got your answer,” he said, gesturing his hand for me to follow him to the elevator.

“Yeah, I did,” I nodded.

“What did you realize?” he asked again as we entered the lift.

“I should not be stupid running like that in coming to the hospital when I could hail a taxi to get here,” I answered, causing him to burst a peal of laughter.

“You‘re really interesting, Angela,” he uttered as he tilted his head to look at me,

I smiled at him and waited until we reached our destination. Steve Mars was already out of the ICU and transferred to the regular room, but when I saw the room Dr. Greene was referring to, I rolled my eyes, thinking that his room was bigger than our house.

Sky was already having his coffee on the couch, and when our eyes met, I lowered my gaze, not because maids are not supposed to look at him in the face, but I was too mad at him that I wanted to shove the cup of coffee in his face.

Dr. Greene led me to the next room where the patient was, and when he opened the door, I found Steve Mars sitting in his hospital bed, waiting for me.

“Leave us,” Steve said to the doctor, and Dr. Greene nodded and smiled at me as if saying good luck. “Come closer,” he said when we were alone in the room.

“How are you, Mr. Mars?” I asked, not looking at him in the face.

“Are you supposed to talk to me without meeting my eyes? Didn‘t you know it‘s rude talking to someone without looking at them?” he said.

When I raised my head, he gestured his hand, asking me to come closer, and when I did, he held my hands, gripping them so tight as he met my eyes.

“Thank you for saving my life,” he uttered sincerely.

I hesitated to talk, but he might get mad if I didn‘t say anything. “You‘re welcome. How are you feeling, Mr. Mars?” I asked again. “I cannot say I‘m okay,” he said. “Please, take a seat. Let‘s talk before I ask Sky to come here.”

I pulled the chair near his bed and sat. “Do you know who you got married to, Angela?” he asked, and I wondered where he learned my name “Sky Mars, the heir of Mars Group of Companies. The Mighty Sky. The god of the elite. The eldest son of the billionaire, Steve Mars,” I answered him. He laughed amusingly at me. “And you?” I smiled. “I‘m Angela. No last name. An orphan. A young woman who did not use her big brain and got herself married to a billionaire.” I was expecting Steve to agree with me. Instead, he laughed hard at what I said. “David is right. You‘re truly interesting, Angela,” He shook his head while smiling at me. “Tell me, what do you want?”

“I want five things, Mr. Mars,” I sit upright and look him in the eye.

The smile on Steve‘s lips disappears. “What do you want then?” “The handmade quilt in Sky‘s bed, one book from your study room, a clean slate that I was never married to your son, a taxi fare, and a card I can use on a public phone,” I enumerated, making sure I was clear with each request. He was quiet for a while. “Are you sure you won‘t ask for money?” I shook my head. “Sadly, I fell in love with Sky Mars, and no amount of money can erase the fact that I love him.”

“Then stay married to him.”

I stared at Steve and saw the sincerity of what he said. It was like I could hear Mrs. Antonetta‘s voice in my head. Should I allow my heart to decide for me? Is my heart really much wiser than my brain?