As I walked down the long hallway, my thoughts swirled in a storm of anger, hurt, and confusion. Bruce's sinister words echoed in my ears, and that vile video played back in my mind. The image of that video tape burned itself in my mind. How had things come to this point? I had believed in Timothy,
“Evie...” Timothy reached out to me, his fingers grazing along my shoulder. I snatched myself away and glared up at him. "I can't be with someone who could betray me like this,” I muttered. Without giving him a chance to protest, I turned and walked away. The moment I barged into our apartment, A
The aftermath of the confrontation with Evie left Timothy adrift in a sea of remorse and regret. He had never anticipated that his thoughtless actions would reemerge in such a dramatic fashion. His relationship with Evie was already hanging in the balance, but that video might have severed any chanc
The serene ambiance of the massage center wrapped around Aria like a comforting blanket. Soft music played in the background, and the soothing scent of lavender lingered in the air. As a skilled massage therapist, Aria took pride in helping her clients find relaxation and relief from their daily str
Aria paced around my room, her eyes darting left and right. It was if she had succumbed to mania upon hearing Bruce on the other end, a voice she had never had the misfortune of hearing until then. “I’ll decide on the location,” Bruce said finally, and I could hear the delight in his gravelly voice
She slapped the imaginary dust off of her hands and grunted. “Maybe. But at least I can’t salvage them now.” “Right-” I started to say right as the doorbell went off, startling us both. We exchanged glances before Aria decided to answer, shoving aside the shoes that we’d lazily kicked off at the d
Bruce was no stranger to the law. Breaking it was his favorite hobby. I could still recall the moment he walked through the door of my father’s home, a permanent smirk etched onto his face along with that practiced swagger. From the moment he locked eyes with me, I knew he’d found his next punching
Just as the conversation was taking an unsettling turn, there was a knock at the door. Bruce tilted his head toward the door and lifted his eyebrows, a silent offering for me to watch him in action. I sat still as he walked toward the door and peered through the peep hole. “Who is it?” he asked obn