Scheming

Taylor paces around and around her home, grunting and stamping her foot from time to time in anger in frustration.

Mark brings her a glass of coffee and sits down opposite her, watching her every action. "Are you really this bothered?" He inquires, his hand supporting his chin.

Taylor looks at him, her expression masked, except the anger. "Yes, I am that bothered. How did she manage to get a man like..." She glances at Mark and stops short.

"A man like...?"

"I mean, Mr Whyte is too good for her don't you think? She must have seduced him or something. I still can't believe her proposed to her so publicly. Let me tell you something, their marriage is already doomed."

Mark cocks his head to the side. "She didn't break the glass at your feet yesterday did she? You did it yourself to grab attention and make her look bad. I knew Sam before I knew you and she absolutely hates confrontations. She didn't break the glass."

Taylor scoffs. "So, you're believing her over me?"

"I'm just stating the