Greg spent a lot of time arranging his new apartment to the taste he wanted, and then he fell asleep. His dreams still haunted him, just like they did when he was in jail. In fact, this time it was a little bit worse because there were more factors that disturbed his mind.

Ordinarily, Greg had a phobia of things going drastically wrong in his life. In his dream, he would see Damien Ban grinning scornfully as he burnt down this new house that he just rented. Damien became one of his greatest nightmares and Greg had come to realize and accept the fact. At least, accepting that sort of thing was a good place to be in for a start, rather than fight it, because Greg felt tormented enough while he slept.

When he woke up, beads of nervous sweat formed on his forehead, as he got out of bed. The only thing he could think of was taking a walk to calm his mind down, and grocery shopping seemed like a good idea at the time. 

As had been the norm for the past couple of days, he was strolling to the grocery store with a natural aura when he heard someone yell his name from afar.

It was Laura. Before Greg even saw her face, he heard her voice and could tell that she was the one. Her shrill voice could not be mistaken for anything else in the world. As much as he hated to own up, Greg could still recognize Laura's voice even in his dreams. 

Laura was walking briskly towards him.

Greg was taken aback at the way Laura kept looking around her desperately as if someone was after her. But he was not interested in seeing Laura. As a matter of fact, how did she even find him?

''Hi, Greg,'' Laura said as soon as she was close enough to him.

Greg glared at her. He didn't have to say anything, for Laura to know that he was eager to know the reason she was there

''I am surprised to see you. I was just around the neighborhood,'' she said with discomfort. Greg remained silent and continued to look at her. He raised an eyebrow when he saw a faint scar on Laura's face. No wonder she had such heavy glasses on at that time of the day.

She had a black eye.

Greg suddenly wondered what she was doing in that part of town, but instead of asking her, he took a look around them, and then looked at Laura, questioning her with his eyes.

Mr. Ban was a wealthy man, and he was Laura's husband. If Laura could not avoid being found in that part of town, at least she should have someone driving her around in a luxurious car, instead, she was on foot with a scarf wrapped around her neck and a huge pair of glasses on her face.

''I was visiting my brother. Do you remember Jose? He just moved down here, so I thought to say hi to him,'' Laura said nervously.

Greg wanted to chuckle in sarcasm at the fact that Laura thought to put him in the same sentence as her brother. They were done, for good. So, why did she still consider mentioning a connection with her brother necessary? He wanted to laugh at her face, but he couldn't afford to allow her to see his light side anymore, even though it was him reacting in scorn and humiliation.

''Please, say something, Greg. Charles beats me. I regret leaving you, I swear. I don't know what came over me. He promised me the world and I got carried away. Now, look at it. Look at it, Greg, I regret everything. I cry every day,'' Laura ranted.

Greg could not believe what he was listening to. 

Did Laura just say that she regretted saying yes to Mr. Ban? How convenient of her to tell him that to his face. And what of it Mr. Ban was not humiliating and beating her up? Would she consider him worth it? Would she ever bother about the fact that Greg still existed? Would she not be in her luxurious villa with Mr. Ban, having the time of her life? Now she was in trouble, she had remembered Greg.

Greg really wished he didn't have to say one word to Laura. She was despicable. The only option he had was to walk out on her, which he was about to do when the heavy beam of the headlights of a matte black Bentley, shone into his eyes. At that time of the evening when the street lights were starting to come on, the ray of light from the Bentley to Greg's eyes was pretty intense. 

Greg shielded his face until, surprisingly, the Bentley stopped in front of him. 

Greg was too busy trying to figure out who it was that had pulled up on him for him to notice that Laura had run and hid behind him. While he was peering into the car, unsuccessfully trying to see who it was that had stopped in front of him, the rear door suddenly cracked open, and an alligator back fancy designer shoe stepped out of the car. 

''Oh my days,'' Laura muttered behind Greg, and that was the only time he looked behind him to notice that Laura was hiding and shaking like a leaf blown by the wind. 

Mr. Ban. Greg didn't need anyone to tell him this time that it was Mr. Ban that had shown up. 

A gold walking stick supported the averagely built billionaire out of the Bentley, as Greg stared closely at the face of the man that had humiliated him and made his life the complicated drama that it currently was. 

''Get into the car,'' Mr. Ban said under his breath. He was talking to Laura, but she didn't budge, instead, she continued to hide behind Greg, as if Greg had promised to protect her from Mr. Ban.