“Wh—what nonsense is this?” I couldn't believe my ears. “They can't take my movies down, that's unacceptable.”“I'm glad they did, you were showing too much, and I didn't like the way that Minjun kept looking at you, ‘I'm so lucky to have you,’ does he know what I went through just to have you?”“Wait, are you behind this? Did you ask them to take down my movies?” I turned to him and pointed at him. He couldn't deny it, his face said it all. “How could you? This—this is my career?” I said pointing to the TV. “Career?” he laughed. “Since when has acting become your career? From what I remember, my wife is a lawyer—a good lawyer. I'm sure this acting was all Minjun’s doing,” he said. I looked at him, unable to say anything. I knew I would end up insulting him if I forced myself to say anything, so I focused on calming down and listening.“Did he force you?” he asked. I just looked at him with a confused face. “That bastard, how come I haven't come across you on the internet? Jardin sa

~CLINTON~ “I couldn't work with her, she was untrusted.” “Because she refused to tell you where I went, I didn't tell her where I was going when I left, she didn't know anything only that I was leaving, she trusted you so much, and that's how you repaid her? Wow!” She shook her head. “I'm sorry, okay, I was confused. I just wanted you, and I took it out on her. If there is a way I could change this, then I would. I'm sorry,” I said and scratched my head. “There is a way to change it, go and apologize to her, she's the one you should apologize to, not me,” she said, pacing around. “I will do that, but can you please forgive me?” “Clint, I'm not the one...” “For keeping Sophie from you, for not being honest, for taking you away from the kids, please blame me for everything as long as you forgive me,” I pleaded. She stopped and looked at me, but that was just for a second as she continued pacing. “Please, I promise I will try harder this time. I promise to be honest and not keep

“CLINTON! Are you kidding me?” I ran back to the bathroom. I needed to be sure because this didn't make sense. “Clinton?” I called his name again as I reached the shower area, but he wasn't there. My heart didn't stop beating, and I refused to believe he left me.I walked back to the bedroom and sat on the bed. I stared at the little note. Did he do this to take revenge on me for leaving him years ago? I asked myself."No, Jess, you're not going to cry, crying doesn't help, it's for the weak, and you're strong, he—he might have gone to the shops, yes,” I told myself and caressed my cheeks. They didn't have tears, but I wanted to be sure. I stood up and walked to the glass window. I stared outside for a second in the hope of seeing a plant. Plants always calmed me. I looked down but didn't see any. I unintentionally walked to the door, knowing it was locked. I touched the door handle, and it opened. Someone was by the door.“Good morning, Mrs. Clinton,” said one of the hotel staff. I n

I closed my eyes and prayed that my kids were safe. I knew they were safe with Matilda.“We are here,” the driver said, and I nodded before I got out of the car and walked towards the tall hospital building. I came to see Chris. I wanted to understand what was happening and make sure he was okay. Loren called me selfish, and I hated to admit it, but I knew I was. I came here for her, not for me. Why did Clinton have to ruin this for me, and now he is nowhere to be found? What a joke. I walked into the hospital. The nurses were very kind, although they eyed me weirdly. I guess the bathrobe didn't make sense, like, who walks into the hospital in a bathrobe? They handed me a form to fill out, which they explained to give to everyone who visited him, as he was under strict observation. One of them led me to his ward after the form filling was done.“Is he still in a coma?” I asked the nurse.“Yes, he's not showing any improvements, I don't know, but I think you should keep your sister

“Why are you keeping a lady waiting? Get the glasses now!” He ordered the bartender, who hastily walked away, he didn't even hide his fear. Who was he, and why did I have interest in knowing him? I cleared my throat, and even when my heart asked me to head back to my room, my brain asked me to stay. “Can I sit down?” he asked, pointing at the stool next to me, and I nodded, confirming. “Of course you may.” I struggled to open the bottle. “Let me help with that,” he offered, and I gave him the bottle. My eyes wandered to the hookers he was with, but I didn't see them. They left. I realized and prayed that my guard