Angel was not giving up. “Mommy, can you try calling again? Maybe Daddy was in the toilet.”
‘Really?
‘Again?
‘Fine.’
Monique dialed the number again. Although this was her second time calling, the nervousness did not leave her. ‘What is he doing?’
The call remained unanswered.
Monique bit her lower lip and said, “Alright, time for bed now. Mommy needs to head out tomorrow!”
Angel studied her mother’s expression. She seemed unhappy, even though she had been adamant about not calling Daddy just now.
‘Adults are weird’, Angel thought.
The little girl pulled her blanket up to her chin. She decided she would call her father tomorrow.
After an afternoon of play, the girl fell asleep quickly.
The same could not be said for her mother. The woman tossed around on her side of the bed.
‘Why didn’t he pick up the phone? Is he out drinking?’
‘You said you could only fall asleep beside me. What lies!’
Pretty words from men should never be trusted.
She picked up her phone and stared at the contact. She had seen the numbers so many times, she could memorize them by heart.
Just as she was about to switch off the device, fate intervened.
She answered the call within seconds.
This was the first time Monique had left the manor since moving in.
What was the woman doing at her old home? There was no news from her and he was curious indeed.
Henry also felt uneasy with her away, as if she had escaped him.
The skin beside Monique’s eye twitched.
She wanted to punch the narcissistic bastard.
“You’re a narcissist. I’m enjoying my freedom away from you. No one misses you!”
Truthfully, Monique had a bad day. It was bad enough that she might be missing Henry a little bit.
Henry grinned. One day away from him and she was already so brazen. Did she think she was out of his grasp?
“Woman, have you forgotten everything from yesterday?” he said. There was a dangerous lilt to his cool tone.
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