She had been 'reborn' for only so many days, yet what she had experienced as Angelo, she had not experienced anything like that her whole life as Angela Watts. If only she had not gotten injured in the shoot, this would not be happening; why was God so cruel to her!?
Angela put her phone down and closed her eyes. She was done being the victim, she was done being a damsel in distress. If Stella wanted to play dirty, she would show her dirty. Stella, it is you who helped me out on your own, Angela thought to herself.
Angela knew who it was without opening her eyes when she heard footsteps enter the room. The enamoring scent of Drake filled her room. She breathed in deeply, reveling in his familiar presence.
"Explain." Angela heard a cold voice speak up from beside her.