Angel Uncovered by Katie Price Page A

right stubborn bastard
sometimes. And because he thinks you're in the wrong,
he's not going to make things easy for you.'
    Taking her friend's advice, Angel grabbed her mobile
and went outside to the tiny patio garden to make her
call. This time Cal answered. He sounded half-asleep.
    'Hi,' Angel said warmly, hugely relieved that he was
there. 'Didn't you get my messages?'
    'Sorry, not until it was too late to call, I was out with
some friends.'
    'Who did you go with?' she asked, and couldn't help
feeling a surge of jealousy.
    'Just some of the lads from the club and their partners.
And before you ask, yes Flavia was there, but so was her
husband. I was the only one whose wife wasn't with him,
so you can imagine how good that made me feel.
Everyone thinks we've split up,' Cal said sarcastically.
    'You did tell them that we're still together, didn't you?'
Angel asked anxiously.
    'You could tell them yourself if you came back here.'
    'Please, Cal, not this again.'
    'The trouble is, Angel, I'm getting pretty sick of it too.
I don't exactly feel supported by you right now. Look,
I've got to go. I'm going to Alessia and her husband's for
lunch. Give Honey a kiss from me.' He sounded so cold
and distant.
    'She said Mummy yesterday,' Angel told him,
desperate for him not to go.
    'Yeah, well, remind her that she's got a daddy too,
won't you?'
    'You are coming over next week, aren't you?' God, what
had she done to Cal to make him sound so bitter?
    'Angel, I haven't seen my daughter for over two weeks.
Of course I'm coming over.'
    'Mum's offered to babysit so we could go out – maybe
we could have an early celebration for my birthday as you
can't make my party.'
    'Maybe. I'll speak to you in the week.'
    'Can't we speak tonight?'
    'Maybe. I'll call if I get the chance.'
    And that was it. Angel whispered 'Love you' to a
disconnected line, feeling Cal slipping away from her and
knowing that she was responsible. Miserably she went
back into the kitchen.
    'Did you speak to him then?' Gemma asked hopefully.
    Angel nodded then couldn't stop the tears. 'Oh,
Gemma, I think I'm losing him. He didn't even say he
loved me.'
    Gemma hugged her. 'Of course he loves you, he just
misses you. Everything will be all right, I'm sure.'
    Angel felt numb for the rest of the afternoon; too upset to
keep up the pretence that she was okay any longer.
Gemma and Tony left around four as they had to get
back to London and Michelle insisted that Frank take
Honey for a walk, leaving her and their daughter alone.
Angel had run out of excuses. As soon as Frank and
Honey were safely out of the house Michelle walked into
the living room where Angel was sitting. She sat down on
the other end of the sofa, a serious expression on her
face.
    'Angel, I'm going to get straight to the point. You're
not right, are you? You haven't been yourself since
Honey was born.' Her mum took a deep breath and
Angel knew it was taking all her courage to speak out like
this. Theirs had not been the closest of relationships
because Michelle herself had suffered from depression
and Angel had often felt that she couldn't confide in her.
    Now she shook her head, but her eyes, which were
filling with tears, betrayed her.
    'I'm fine, Mum. I've just been tired . . . you know, with
Honey not sleeping through the night and with Cal being
so stressed about the World Cup.'
    'Angel,' her mum said softly, 'do you think I don't
know my own daughter?'
    'Oh, Mum.' She gave in to the tears now, sobbing out
her hurt and shame. All her barriers were down, she
couldn't pretend anymore. 'I've been feeling so low . . . as
if I've been going mad. I don't think I've bonded with
Honey. What's wrong with me?'
    She looked up at her mum, pure anguish in her
beautiful green eyes. Michelle moved next to her on the
sofa and put an arm round her.
    'You're not well, Angel. It's not your fault. I think
you've got post-natal depression.'
    'Everyone is going to think that I'm such a bad mother,
that I'm like my real mum. I'm