This is supposed to be a moment for Stacy to celebrate and say that karma has been working very hard for her, but she can't do that. Her cousin is now homeless, together with her rich husband and his family. She feels sorry for Wendy, she knows that it's not easy for her. She heard that they now stay at the Blanchards, so she is indecisive, if she should go and wish them the best. Maybe a phone call is better, but she isn't sure at all. She goes into her closet that is so full, that she doesn't even know which clothes to wear on some days. She looks at it for a while, then she starts to pull some clothes out. She is growing heavier with pregnancy, that means some of the clothes won't fit her anymore. But they will fit Wendy. She puts them in a small bag, and then even adds two pairs of shoes. Never worn before. She gets ready, locks up the house, and gets into the car. She doesn't know if her auntie would be happy to see her, she doesn't know how her cousin's going to react to

“No,no,no,no,” she reaches out to hold Gray's hand as she begs for his mercy. “Let me tell you the truth, I didn't want to tell you anything before, but I will. I didn't want to come here, Mateo forced me. He thinks that you have the key to give back his parents everything they lost, so he used me as a scapegoat.” She is crying, but Gray is just staring back at her. She forgot that he knows her too well, he knows that she is an excellent liar, and an actress. Seeing that her acting is not going to save her, she stops immediately and wipes her tears. “Fine.” She mutters. “Just stop reading me like a book and staring at me with so much judgement.” “You are not in any way sorry, you just want the picture gone.” “Do you know how long it took me to get Mateo? It's hard to find a wealthy man who was willing to give me what I want? You think that is easy? Mateo was not generous at the beginning, so I had to fend for myself by entertaining other men." “I don't care what you do with your

The Blanchard and de Nicola family are eating dinner at the table. Luckily, it's big enough to take everyone. Tension is tight, Brittany looks like she would fall and die from exhaustion, she can barely feel her feet right now. She still manages to drag herself around and serve everyone. Like she is a slave or something. “Thank you, Brittany, you have been working so hard for us since you came.” Mrs de Nicola smiles. “It's nothing, really.” Brittany looks down. “This is what I have been made for, really. I am glad that I can do this now.” She joins to finally sit down, and she checks the bowl, but there is hardly anything left in it for her to eat. She drops her hands loudly to the side, and she immediately sighs. She is holding back tears with everything she has.“Wow, Brittany, you're making this about yourself again,” Dan huffs. Brittany looks up with her eyes glistening with tears. “All I want is a little more food, Dan. Don't I deserve that? After slaving in the kitchen f

After Wendy has hid the jewelry, she goes about her day like nothing happened. She even went out with some of her friends to drink and forget her sorrows for a bit. When she comes back to the house, she is met with a commotion in the house. Mrs de Nicola is crying hysterically, as she tears the house down, looking for something. “Honey, are you sure that you brought it with you?” Her husband sighs as he follows her around. “I did! I had it with me when we were kicked out of the house, and I hid it immediately! It's my most prized possession, where has it gone?!” She cries. Everyone is helplessly standing around. They have helped to look through everything , but they can't find it. They can just watch her cry now…Mateo sighs as he walks to his mother and puts his hand on her shoulder. “Mum, don't worry, I promise that I will get you an even better one when all of our problems finally go away.” “Oh, don't tell me that, Mateo!” She wails. “Your father gave it to me thirty years ag

When Stacy opens the door, Wendy peeks through and twists her head left and right, she has to make sure that Gray is not in the house. Since their last clash, she has been avoiding him. “Please, tell me that your husband is not at home.” “No, he is not. Why are you asking such a weird question?” Wendy heaves as she gets into the house, tucking some hair behind her ear.“You should feel very honored to donate to my charity.” Wendy smiles. “You will be in God's good book too.” Stacy doesn't sound so convinced by her sweet words. “Okay? So, what's the name of your charity?” Wendy scratches her head, she didn't think of a befitting name for her charity organization. “Pretty dresses,” she shrugs. “It's not the name that counts, it's the thought behind it.” Wendy is so excited that she leads the way into the bedroom, and she heads straight to the closet. When she pushes the slide door, her eyes widen with joy. This is her dream closet. She can't believe that her poor cousin is hav