Angel’s Pov

I felt a strong arm hurled my body out of water, peering my eyes open to see who it was to be met by my husband. Salvatore Vinci Souza, carrying my wet body in his arms in bridal style towards our bedroom, laid me on the couch while he came right back with a towel cleaning my body dry and helped change me into a warm robe.

“Are you okay?” Worry evident in his tone.

“Oh, you’re back?”

He was truly here with me. I didn't make him out of imaginary thoughts. When he left, I was too bored alone coupled with my stomach hurting like crazy. At...