The Stranger Behind My Orgasm

Chapter 260: SMART ANGEL

Third pov

"Good riddance to bad rubbish," Victoria scoffed after Henry and River finally left her home.

It had been so annoying watching them try to convince Angel to leave her. Wasn’t that just cruel? Telling a girl to leave her mother?

She glanced back at her daughter, who was tapping on her phone, probably playing games or something.

The drive back to Victoria’s home, which used to be her matrimonial home, had been filled with one-sided conversation.

Victoria had chattered nonstop trying to get her daughter to listen to her case. "You see, darling, your father has always been so cold and distant. I tried for years to make it work, but he pushed me away. Now that you’re finally coming to your senses and choosing me, things will be different. We’ll be a real family again."

Angel had sat in the back seat, staring out the window, her hands clenched in her lap. She didn’t respond because she knew they were all lies, and she was tired of the lies, tired of the secrets, tired of watching her father suffer.

Her mother was hiding her infidelity, and Angel was going to find out who it was, because Victoria didn’t think she was a threat. No, her mother saw her as a pawn.

It was painful, knowing that was all she would ever be to her mother, but she was over it. Unlike her dad, the bond between her and her mother had been non-existent from the very beginning.

Victoria didn’t seem to notice her daughter was stewing in silence and continued painting herself as a saint. "Your father never understood me. He never appreciated what I sacrificed. But you... you’re different. You’re my smart girl."

The silly lies slid off Angel like water on glass. It was almost hilarious watching her mother act like a little spoiled brat.

She thought she was the one who was supposed to be the brat between both of them.

It had hurt to see the devastated look on her dad’s face when she said she would be going with Victoria.

She would have to make it up to him later. But she had to do this. Her mother would let her guard down around her because she didn’t see Angel as a threat, and with her grandmother — obviously the brains of the trio — Angel was sure she now had a shot.

Victoria’s phone buzzed with a message from a burner phone, and her eyes lit up. She gave a jittery smile to Angel. "Go to your room and unpack. I have calls to make. Don’t bother me unless it’s important."

Angel chuckled dryly to herself as she stalked to her room, pulled the door shut without latching it, and pressed her ear to the gap, listening for Victoria to move.

And move she did.

Angel heard the back door open and close. She counted to fifty in her head, then slipped out through the back door and down the path that led to the gardens.

She heard Victoria’s voice, rising and falling as she talked animatedly. Angel couldn’t make out the words. The sound drifted from somewhere beyond the main house, and she followed it until it grew clearer.

She followed the sound out to a secluded area near the back of the gardens. There was a small, hidden gazebo surrounded by tall hedges that formed a wall of privacy.

Angel crouched behind a thick bush and peered through the leaves. Victoria was there. And she wasn’t alone.

Devin stood in front of her, his arm wrapped around her waist as he kissed her deeply, possessively.

His hand was tangled in her hair, pulling her head back, and Victoria melted into him, her hands clutching his shirt, moaning softly against his mouth.

Angel’s stomach churned with disgust and horror flooded through her. Her mother... with Uncle Devin?! She was cheating on her father with his brother?!

That was messed up. The pieces finally clicked into place then. Everyone had been so fixated on Uncle Devin working with her grandmother that they had overlooked her mom.

"Ew," she hissed, whipping out her phone.

The proof of her mother’s infidelity was right in front of her; she could not let the opportunity slip by.

The screen blurred slightly as she raised it, focusing through the leaves, and snapped several pictures of them.

Angel’s thumb flew over the screen, attaching the photos to a message, her hands trembling so badly she could barely type as she sent the images to Aunt River and Abby.

She turned to leave and would have slipped away cleanly if she hadn’t backed into a thorn jutting from the bush.

"Ow!"

The sound sliced through the quiet garden like a siren. Angel cursed her luck mentally while Victoria and Devin jerked apart, heads snapping toward the bushes.

"Who’s there?!"

She froze for a second, decided she couldn’t outrun them anyway, and stepped out calmly. "Hi, Uncle Devin,"

Devin’s eyes widened with fury, then narrowed to dangerous slits. "What the fuck is Finnegan’s little brat doing here?"

Victoria’s face paled, the blood draining so fast Angel thought she would turn to a sheet of paper. "Angel? What are you doing? Were you spying on me?"

Devin took a menacing step forward, his hands curling into fists at his sides. "If she called the police-"

Victoria grabbed his arm, her nails digging into his sleeve. "Calm down. She didn’t know. She only followed me."

Her eyes fell on the phone in Angel’s hands. "Angel, give me that phone. Now."

Angel backed away, clutching the phone tighter against her chest. "Why?"

Devin lunged for it but Angel was faster. She turned and ran, her legs pumping, but Victoria was faster, her hand snatching out and catching Angel’s wrist with surprising strength, wrenching her around.

The phone was ripped from Angel’s grip, Victoria’s eyes widening as she saw the photos Angel had sent to Abby and River.

"What did you do?!" she screeched. "You stupid, meddling little girl. Do you have any idea what you’ve done?"

Devin’s face twisted with rage as he grabbed the phone from her hands and smashed it to pieces. "She’s seen too much. We can’t let her go. She’s just as annoying as that traitor!"

Sirens wailed faintly in the distance, and Angel grinned. If there was anything she could count on, it was that her father would show up at light speed for her. Always.

"You might want to run, Uncle Devin," she teased, throwing her head back. "I don’t think your broken leg can outrun the police."