The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 260

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.

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