"How dare you, Jason!" Scot was furious… enraged. He couldn’t put a name to how he was feeling at the moment and all he could do was charge towards Jason while throwing blows at him.Scot was devastated, feeling deceived by both his friend and his wife. Scot fought Jason and threw numerous blows at him."You bastard... how could you do this to me Jason? How could... how the hell could you do this to us... to our friendship?" He couldn't contain his rage as he smacked Jason across the cheek.The scream drew the attention of other colleagues as they gathered around to hold Scot. Scot was mortified of what his wife had done."Ja.. Jane!" He screamed out the name of his wife. Tears were rolling down from the eyes of Scot and he still finds it extremely hard to believe that his wife had done such a thing to him.Scot also find it extremely hard to even call out the name of his wife. His heart is breaking into tiny little pieces and it was almost as if a string have been placed inside hi

"I can't believe I finally met my father after all this time." Scot expressed the excitement he felt by just meeting him. Scot and his father were already seated in one of the city's largest restaurants. Scot couldn't believe what he was seeing because everything seemed surreal to him. When the server arrived, Mr. Donald told him to order whatever he wanted."S-s-Sir, are you serious?" Scot inquired, his eyes wide open in surprise. Mr. Donald laughed and nods his head. "You have nothing to be concerned about, make your order, son," his father assured, while smiling.Scot still couldn't believe what was happening but he knew deep inside of him that something great was actually waiting for him in the form of knowing who his father was."Sir, I have a question for you," Scot said, gaining his father’s attention.While they waited for their order, his father drew his seat closer to him."Go ahead, my son," he said.Scot's finger clapped the table in front of him, his expression lost and

"Hey, Mr. Manager, are you going to fire me as well?" One of the employees inquired humorously as everyone laughed at Scot.They all take him as a joke or to be more precise, they take him as a laughing stock. "I promise that you all will lose your jobs today," Scot remarked, his face expressionless.Everyone continued laughing at how silly he sounded and continued to humiliate him. He ignored the lashes and urged Jason and the security guards to leave the office and never return."Who are you to tell me what I ought to do?" Scot was aggressively pushed by a member of these security crew. Scot ignored him and repeatedly shook his head.A coworker stepped towards the receptionist table then asked in a mocking tone. "How can a common cleaner sack me?" everyone burst out laughing loudly at Scot.They took him for a cleaner, and he just can't wait to show them that the person who they take for a cleaner is more than just a mere cleaner Jane was embarrassed by Scot. Jason, on the other

Jane felt horrible about how she mistreated and spoke to Scot, she was overcome with remorse and had no idea how to approach him.After a while, she mustered the confidence to approach Scot and beg forgiveness. As she walked around the workplace, she noticed Scot inside his father's office, with his father seated beside him."What do you want, betrayer?" Scot was enraged at the sight of Jane.Jane promptly knelt in shame, holding Scot's left leg in tears, saying, "I'm sorry, my love, please forgive me." Jane begged, her eyes welling up with tears. Scot displayed no remorse and was unmoved by Jane's sobs."So now I'm your love… did you consider love when you and your mother mistreated me?" Scot yelled angrily. His face was held hate but the pain somehow overcame it. Jane was still on the floor, sobbing like a baby who had been thrashed by his mother. She refused to leave Scot without getting a positive response from him."It was the devil's work… my mother duped me," Jane explained b

The bell above the boutique’s entrance chimed as Scot walked in, the sound echoing in the luxurious, marble-floored showroom. His entrance had been less than dignified, his earlier humiliation still fresh in his mind. Despite the situation, he was determined to make a statement, to reclaim a fragment of his shattered self-respect. The store was a sanctuary of high fashion and opulence, with every inch meticulously curated to reflect sophistication. But today, the elegance of the space did little to soothe Scot’s wounded pride. The boutique manager, a middle-aged man with a silver streak in his neatly combed hair, approached Scot with an anxious expression. His suit, though expensive, seemed to constrict with the gravity of the situation. "Mr. Frankenstein," he began, his tone laced with an earnestness that cut through the tension, "I’d like to extend my sincerest apologies for the behavior of my staff earlier. It was entirely unacceptable." Scot looked up, surprised by the manager'