Angel’s POV
Angel's POV
They say karma is a bitch and it truly is, I just never thought it would strike me as hard. I don't know who I wronged but I'm surely paying for it every single fucking day.
The Fire luna won't let me or anyone else see peace in the pack, she has been setting fire to everything hypothetically speaking of course but still, this old woman doesn't play. I don't understand why she hates me because I have done nothing but get her to like me since I was a kid. She used to like me at one point but now, she can't stand the mere sound of my name.
Santiago's mother, Gabriella, ordered that I clean my room and get a therapist. Around here, her orders are just as important as the fire luna's if not more important. That said, I cleaned my room but that was the only order I was heeding. I was never, still won't get a therapist because I see absolutely no need for one.
While cleaning out my drawers, I found the pair of shoes Adrian bought for our baby and it kind of made me sad to see them. I would have appreciated having our baby. I was going to risk my life to have him as a child but Camilla ruined it all, she killed my dreams like she always has. I wanted to see the first pair of shoes my son received from his father on his feet.
Looking at the shoes made me sad but I also couldn't bring myself to get rid of them, and so I decided to give them to Adrian.
It's only right he keeps them, they'll remind him of our son and what could have been, I on the other hand don't need a constant reminder of the baby that could have been my second chance at life. I wanted to be an exceptional mother, and Camilla ruined it for me.
Nevertheless, bringing him the shoes will be an excuse to see him and talk to him. I haven't spoken to him in a while. Every chance I get to converse with him, we get interrupted or he's busy and can't say more than a greeting to me. On my way to Adrian's room, I find him in what used to be his late sister Lauriana and Camilla's room. I try not to be angered by him, staring at that door silently, deeply lost in thought. I clear my throat in an attempt to grab his attention without much success.
“Excuse me,” I finally say. Clearing my throat a little louder this time around.
“What is it? I'm very busy.”
“Busy staring at that door?” I counter, slanting my head towards the door he's staring at.
Adrian sighs, “Just tell me what you want.” He grumbles, not bothering to spare me a glance, I feel like he detastes me.
No, I shake off the thought. “I was reorganizing and clearing out well, everything I had bought for our baby and I found this.” I trail off, showing him the shoes, in response he tenses, eyeing the shoes in my hand. “It's the first thing you bought our baby and I think it's only fair that you keep them.” I tell him, swallowing the lump that forms in my throat.
“No,” he says, glancing up from the shoes. “I don't need to be reminded I lost my son, and the love of my life on that very day. I already recall both incidents very clearly, with regret. I'm just fine, you keep them.”
I gulp, looking at the baby sneakers in my hand, I don't mind keeping everything else that I bought my baby but the first shoes he bought, I can't keep them.
I gulp, “No. I can't, I'll be reminded of my pain constantly, of the joy he would have brought us, it's something that I'm trying to forget. I want to forget how I couldn't bring him into this world, you have them you please, I have everything else already.”
“Angel, I said keep them.” he orders, to which I shake my head in response. Trying my best not to cry, him not wanting the shoes has me thinking he wouldn't have wanted our son either.
“Just listen to me, I can't keep them or get rid of them.” I rasp, my voice hoarse.
Before Adrian can respond, the clicking of heels I didn't notice gets louder. “I can keep them,” a familiar voice says. Her hand grabbed the shoes from me.
I sigh as I turn to meet her, it's as if she senses my happiness and comes to ruin it, the fire luna has unexplainable issues with me.
“These are very pretty shoes, if you two don't want them then I'll take them.” she grins, wiggling the shoes behind me to where I assume her best friend stands.
“Oh, these will look great with that outfit you bought for Kristina.”
“I was thinking the exact same thing,” The fire luna grins.
Kristina?
The shoes that were intended for my son will be worn by Kristina's baby? No, I can't have that, I would rather stare at them and hurt everyday of my life until it brings me a miserable death rather than seeing them on another baby, well at least not this pair.
Martin and Kristina's baby had been celebrated in a way mine never was around here, it's all everyone talks about for about a week now.
Martin was to return then but stopped because Kristina wasn't feeling well, and of course his mothers took it upon themselves to guilt trick the news out of him. I'm happy for her, but she can't have my baby's shoes.
I reach my hand out to the fire luna, “Ma Ximena, can I please have my baby's shoes back.”
“But why, Adrian bought them for his son and his brother's child is like his child too so he can wear it.”
“But you don't know if it's a boy,” I argue.
“It will be, a fortune teller told me I was getting a grandson and a granddaughter in one year, perhaps it's twins this time. And honestly, it would be a shame if no one wore these shoes, so I'm giving them to Kristina as soon as she gets here.” she asserts, grinning hard.
I turn to Adrian, desperate for him to say something instead of just standing there like a monument.
“I'll be in my office,” he says. Not the words I was hoping for but they're his final ones, he walks away from us right then.
“Angelica,” ma Gabriella calls out. “Is your room clean and organized?”
I nod in response, unable to form the words because I just might cry when I speak, or rather curse them out and land myself into deeper trouble “Oh, my first son's grandchild, I can't wait to hold him.” she grins, evidently daydreaming of that moment. How can she love one of her grandkids but not be phased by my son's death?
“I hope he gets our Martin's good looks and long temper.” Ma Gabriella giggles.
I would have wanted my son to be his father's duplicate in every well, he would have been a force to be reckoned with.
“By the way Angelica,” Ma Ximena begins. “Even if your son were to resemble Adrian, I would have never held your child. I don't support injustices and look like God doesn't either,” she says, her eyes trailing to my stomach.
That does it for me, I instantly walk away in a fit of rage, heading in the direction of Liliana's scent.
“I pray that my daughter and Adrian's Luna return before Kristina has the baby, and perhaps I can convince her to forgive Adrian.” ma Ximena says softly, her voice annoying the living daylights out of me.
“Burn in hell,” I mutter.
“Whoa,” Michelle snorts, making me pause in my tracks. “What did I do to you?”
“Not you.” I snarl, crossing my arms over my chest.
“Oh, must I tell the Fire Luna and Ma Gabriella you're wishing they burn in hell?”
“Do whatever you want Michelle, and you can fuck off too, I don't care anymore.” I assert, walking past her.
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