Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 38

Chapter 38 – Cutting Ties, Knotting Ties (Anj‘s POV)

Before reaching the driveway, I could see Dylan pacing and Anya laughing as if she was making fun of him.

How long has it been?

I cut my ties with my only two friends for almost six years, communicating secretly only with Sister Grace and Aunt Rose so they would not worry about me after Father Jesse had to go to Italy. If only Sister Grace had not gotten confined in the hospital, I would not have come back yet.

When I stopped the car, Dylan and Anya dashed to the driver‘s side and waited for me to go out. I glanced at my company, which had finally fallen asleep after long hours of talking, complaining, fighting, and crying. I opened the door and smiled.

“Oh, my God!” Anya‘s eyes widened, and she screamed excitedly as she saw me. “Anya!” I cried as we hugged each other. She was still the same Anya, only she looked mature now, bolder and sexier.

She moved away and looked at me from head to toe. “Where‘s my cousin? What have you done to her?” She laughed, smacking my arm lightly. “You looked –“She opened her mouth, but no words came out.

“Stunningly beautiful,” Dylan whispered as he walked toward me and embraced me. “Where‘s our little girl? You‘ve grown up.” I grinned at him. “And you‘re so handsome. Where‘s my big brother, Dylan?” I asked and looked at him admiringly. I could not help noticing the muscles he has now in his arms. Anya rolled her eyes. “Big brother? Really, Anj?”

I could only smile, blushing, when I caught Dylan staring at me. “When did you have boobs?” She chuckled as they followed me to the back of my car and opened the trunk. “And what‘s with the eyeglasses?‘

“As for your first question, I always have them, and as for the second, these are just accessory to make me look sexier,” I joked as I took out our bags. I have been spending a lot of time in front of the computer screen, and I felt the need to protect my eyes

Dylan quietly helped take out the bags, but I would catch him glancing at me. I knew we had many things to talk about after leaving them without goodbyes six years ago.

“Dylan, you know it‘s making me uncomfortable, right?” I teased him, but he only grinned at me.

“I‘m sorry, but I just can‘t help it. You‘ve changed, Anj. I could hardly recognize you,” he smiled sheepishly. “You cut your hair,” he raised his hand to touch my shoulder–length hair, but he stopped, clenching his fist and sighing as he took the handle of my bag instead.

“Where‘s the puppy, I mean the child of the genius?” Anya asked excitedly, but before touching the handle, the door opened, and Leyanne came out.

Her round eyes blinked at Anya, squatting in front of her. When she hugged her, screaming in delight at seeing her niece for the first time, Leyanne turned her head at me, probably wondering who the woman was.

“She‘s your Aunt Anya,” I smiled at her. “Her name‘s Leyanne,” I told Anya. “Mom!” Lyra Helene called, opening the other side of the car.

“Woah!” Anya released Leyanne to see who opened the car. I didn‘t need to dash to the other side because my daughter was already running to my side, but instead of putting her arms around my waist, she stopped and stared at my two friends, but strangers to them.

“Twins! Wow! Just wow!” Her hand flew to her mouth, covering her open mouth as she could not believe what she saw.

Dylan crossed his arms in his chest as he looked at my two girls and tried to hide his amusement.

Seeing Dylan for the first time, Lyra Helene walked toward him and squinted her eyes as if my five–year– old daughter was studying him.

“What‘s your name?” She asked him as if she was the same age as him, causing Dylan to raise his eyebrows and glance at me.

“Dylan,” he answered and pressed his lips, suppressing a peal of laughter.

Anya moved her head closer to me and whispered, “Is this her first time to see a man?”

I chuckled at her and enjoyed watching my daughter meet Dylan for the first time. I knew the never– ending question would begin as soon as they saw him, thinking he was their father.

Lyra Helene raised her hand. “Nice to meet you, Dylan. I’m Lyra Helene, and she‘s my sister, Leyanne,” she said as they shook hands. “Gosh! Ask him already if he could cook well!” Another voice inside the car made Dylan and Anya‘s eyes widen in surprise. “Mommy!” she screamed impatiently. “I‘m coming!” I rolled my eyes, wanting to know what my other two girls did to the youngest. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

“OMG! Don‘t tell me...” Anya peeked slowly inside the car, and her eyes followed me as I entered the vehicle to unfasten Selene‘s seatbelt in the child seat.

When she finally got out of the car, she faced the two, her nose wrinkling and lips pouting in annoyance.

“Bullies!” She hissed at her sisters and turned to Dylan. After pushing the brim of her eyeglasses, she raised her head and asked him a question. “Can you cook?”

Dylan glanced at me but answered her. “A little?” he said, unsure if his answer was enough.

“Can you drive a car?” Leyanne asked.

He nodded. “Men love to drive a car,” he answered. “A sports car?” A follow–up question from Selene. “I wish,” Dylan chuckled, narrowing his eyes and grinning at me.

I heaved a sigh. “Girls, enough stressing your Uncle Dylan. Mommy‘s tired from driving, so please go inside and find your grandmother.”

“I told you he‘s not our daddy,” Selene gave her sisters a sullen look before walking toward the door.

Anya laughed. “Oh my, how did you raise these three children yourself? And how old are they? Twenty years old?”

“Just five, Aunt Anya,” Leyanne corrected her, making Anya chuckle and nod at her as she held her hand as we walked inside the house.

“Turning six,” Selene said, stopping and turning to me. She raised her arms, and I had to bend to carry her. She raised her hand to cover my ear as she whispered to me. “Mommy, you said daddy is gonna be here. Where is he?”

A murmur but enough for Dylan and Anya to hear. They looked at me with a question on their faces, but I ignored them.

“About that, I received an email from him this morning, and he said he can‘t be here because he‘ll be...” I cleared my throat, thinking fast. “His plane got broken. He has to wait for another week to fix his plane.”

Lyra Helene twitched her lips in disappointment.

“Dad‘s a good mechanic, so why didn‘t he fix it himself?” It was Leyanne who asked this time.

“Can mommy rest first, then I‘ll call and ask him?” I said, hoping that would end our conversation about their father.

“Okay,” She answered, holding her sister‘s hand as they ran inside the house. Seeing her sisters, Selene wriggled her body, and she followed them as soon as I put her down.

“Sooo0000,” Anya stopped in front of me, causing me to halt abruptly from walking. “They now have a father after telling Dylan and me you don‘t know him. Have you met him?” I smirked at her. “Do they need to meet the man just to know they have a great father? Pfft!” I rolled my eyes at them.

Dylan raised his eyebrows at me. “What do you mean by that? Have you been lying to your girls, Anj?”

I heaved a deep sigh and looked at them, begging them to let this topic go even just for today. “Please, let‘s talk about it next time,” I said, stepping forward to go inside the house.

“No, Anj! Better tell us, so we know how to answer them,” Dylan said angrily. “You don‘t go back here and still keep everything to yourself. You know we‘re here. I. Am. Here!” He said the last three words with anger to emphasize them to me.

It has been six years, but Dylan still looked at me with those same adoring eyes. If he had told me before I got pregnant that he cared for me more than a friend or a sister, I might have accepted his offer. I would not probably think he asked to help me or marry me just to save my face from humiliation.

“Yes, Dylan! I‘ve been lying to my daughters ever since they started asking about their father. Just like before, I won‘t tell you anything because I don‘t know who their father is!” I walked past him, stepping on the pavement and going to the house with anger.