Claude stands by the rail, watching her intently."Are you naive or are you pretending to be a nice person?"Samantha looks up. "What? I'm not naive.""Then you're just nice. You let them walk over you ever opportunity they get. How is that worth anything? You're not planning on getting any revenge? You're going to just have cat fights and then be seen as the loser?"Sam's eyes start to glisten. "You don't get to say that. Do you even have any idea what happened? Who they meant to me before this whole things? Before things went to fuck?""Yes. I didn't know you before this but I knew you right from the start of it all."Sam frowns but doesn't pursue the matter. "Then you'll know that I was treated unfairly.""Exactly. You are the victim so why are you giving her the chance to play your role?"Sam understands everything he's saying but it's still a big blow to her to hear the truth so bluntly."Samantha." A woman calls behind her Sam turns around, shocked to see her parents right behin

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

For a particular female, the night was a hectic one, didn't get good sleep and then was haunted by full images of herself, drugged and completely out of it, dressed in a pink gown, short hair bouncing in every direction, walking down a hallway to the wrong room, admiring a strange man's husky voice while thinking of her fiancee and passing out right under him.What used to be a nightmare.Samantha wakes up with a jerk, sweaty all over even though the windows are open and the room is cool.Her eyes go straight to the clock on the wall and it's already eight thirty am. "Shit."First word of the day, is a curse word. Can the day get any better? Now that she knows fully well that the man that always lurked at the back of her mind, always seeming familiar and distant at the same time, is her boss and the same man that the whole world knows she is engaged to.The same man who managed to show up everytime she's going through a moment, embarrassing or not.In an hour, she's sitting down at

Taylor and her mother sit in front of the television, watching the morning news on the same day, waiting to see the lineup of the headlines, smiling and chatting amongst themselves, waiting for the news they want to see and hear.Mr Stiles walks in and sees them in a gleeful mood, given that he knows his wife and daughter, normally, they would not be awake by that time of the day, especially when it's a Saturday and a day after a late night dinner. What's more, they are smiling in front of the television and chatting. He takes a seat on the big couch, watching them.Taylor sees him first. "Oh, Good morning Dad. Did you sleep well?""Shouldn't I be asking you and your mum the same thing? What's so fun on the TV that's keeping you awake?""I'm refreshed though." His wife smiles at him, subtly glancing at the news. "And aren't you the one always nagging us about watching the early morning news?"Mr Stiles shrugs. "If you say so then. What's on?""Ugh. They keep talking about wars and eco