NOT EVEN A COMPETITION

Angela's world had been turned upside down. She walked through the busy streets, her footsteps carrying her forward without any clear destination in mind.

“It's all over, isn't it?”

She thought and smiled, trying to fight back her tears.

“Things will never go back to the same, I mean this is Diana we are talking about, his one and only Diana,” she scoffed with a sarcastic eye roll with tears soaking her eyes wet.

“I am not even a competition to her, it would have all been avoided if only I told him from the very beginning about Damon.

He manipulated me all along while working well Diana, he knew quite well that she was alive. I blindly played right into his trap, he got all he wanted and stabbed me in the back, it was all his plan all along, how could I have missed that?”

She rubbed her elbows as though she were in a lost soul in winter. The encounter with Diana certainly left her feeling exposed, vulnerable, and consumed by fear.

She could feel the weight of the blackmail hanging ov