“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight

“Carl?!" Dr. Kessing shot up from his chair, surprised to see Carl. “You...how? I thought it was a 10 year sentence?" He was obviously flustered.Carl smiled and gently closed the door behind.Dr. Kessing quickly stepped out behind his desk.“Please... please have your seat.” He gestured at a chair across his desk— the one Thompson Montclair sat on earlier. “Wow. You look...I mean you look different. Are you sure you were even sent to the prison or restaurant?" He chuckled, his tone light and teasing.“Amnesty came and I was among the lucky ones that got pardoned.” Carl said convincingly, not willing to reveal how he actually got out of the prison to Mr. Kessington.“I just returned to the city this morning and I came over to the office to sort some things out but it seems today is really a good day. I can't believe I'm seeing you, Carl. Is Elira aware that you're back?” He said happily as she sat on his chair again.“You're not aware Elira wants to end our marriage?" Carl was slight

It felt as though the air just got punched out of her lung. Her last hope shattered like glasses, tears stung her eyes, spilling down like raindrops.She trembled vigorously like the fabrications had electrocuted her.Her lips parted to say something but nothing came forth— just air.She opened her mouth to speak again but her voice trembled in her throat, cracking out like her throat had turned grimy.“I...I didn't..”Jane snapped.Her hand drove through the air with dangerous energy, manicured nails moving in a blurr.She hated Betty!Hated the glaring fact that she was beautiful. She's a bitter sweet enemy— an imposter.She's Bittered that Betty outshines her.And why she was acting all crazy was because she wasn't picked as the first runner up in the first audition. She won third, missing her chance to cast in as the main actress on a movie set.The directors said they needed someone naturally beautiful. Wasn't she beautiful enough?Betty was picked for the role.She had boasted

Jane sneaked away from her atrocious act like nothing happened. Carl squinted on the Armani Prive gown. It was really damaged. Really bad. “What's her intention? Is she dumb to know that camera is everywhere? Rich pervert with snail brain!" Carl cursed under his breath.Jane smoothened his gown and wore a sweet smile. She met Mia and Betty, hands crossed behind her back, hiding the Blade.“... everything here costs a fortune. $15,000?" Jane Walked in to hear Betty lamenting about how expensive the dresses were.She stepped closer to her, the fake devilish grin on her face unwavering. Her expression twisted with perfectly practiced concern...but deep in her heart, it was pity...ugly.She began, arms latched onto Betty shoulder as though she was a close ally... Like she wasn't wishing she could stab her deep in her chest. How could Betty know that the smiles surrounding her was fake, practiced...to demolish her.“Oh Betty...well.. don't worry, we gat your back, babe. We'll handle the b

Jane sneaked away from her atrocious act like nothing happened. Carl squinted on the Armani Prive gown. It was really damaged. Really bad. “What's her intention? Is she dumb to know that camera is everywhere? Rich pervert with snail brain!" Carl cursed under his breath.Jane smoothened his gown and wore a sweet smile. She met Mia and Betty, hands crossed behind her back, hiding the Blade.“... everything here costs a fortune. $15,000?" Jane Walked in to hear Betty lamenting about how expensive the dresses were.She stepped closer to her, the fake devilish grin on her face unwavering. Her expression twisted with perfectly practiced concern...but deep in her heart, it was pity...ugly.She began, arms latched onto Betty shoulder as though she was a close ally... Like she wasn't wishing she could stab her deep in her chest. How could Betty know that the smiles surrounding her was fake, practiced...to demolish her.“Oh Betty...well.. don't worry, we gat your back, babe. We'll handle the b