Paul’s mother's fear

★★★★

As morning dawned, the entrance to the Colley Theatre was swarmed by a raucous crowd, their voices rising in a cacophony of outrage. They demanded the removal of Jasmine from the film, their accusations bitter and unrelenting, branding her as immoral and unfit for the role.

Inside his opulent office, Paul watched the unfolding drama on his flat-screen TV, a sly smile curling at the edges of his lips. He reveled in the spectacle, savoring the sweet anticipation of Jasmine's downfall. Her fall from grace was nearly complete, and he relished the thought of her crawling back to him, desperate for solace and a lifeline.

Paul reached for his phone to arrange a meeting with Jasmine, eager to capitalize on her moment of vulnerability. But before he could dial, the office door swung open abruptly. Layla entered, her expression a dark cloud of despair that seemed to cast a shadow over the room.

Paul’s eyes widened in surprise as he fumbled for the remote, trying to turn off the TV in a va