The sunlight barely crept through the curtains of Scot’s room as his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Scot groaned, reaching over to grab it, his eyes squinting against the morning light. It was a call from his assistant, Linda. Normally, she would never call this early unless something serious was happening.He sat up quickly, his heart already racing. "Linda? What’s going on?" Scot asked, his voice thick with sleep."Scot, I’m so sorry to bother you this early, but we have a serious situation. A major client has expressed concern about pulling their contract due to the rumors circulating. We’ve had multiple inquiries from other clients too. It’s not looking good," Linda said, her voice fraught with tension.Scot’s heart sank. He had known that the drama with Jane and the rumors circulating around town could eventually bleed into his professional life, but hearing it was actually happening was a gut punch."Which client?" Scot asked, already throwing back the covers and moving towards
The night had fallen heavy over the city, and Jane sat in her apartment, pacing back and forth in a restless rhythm. Her phone was clutched tightly in her hand, her knuckles white with tension. She had made the call, instructing Tommy to proceed. Now, all that was left was to wait.Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing with the gravity of what she had set in motion. There was no turning back. If everything went according to plan, Mia would be out of Scot’s life for good. And Jane? She’d be free from the torment of seeing him with someone else. A cruel smile tugged at her lips as she imagined Mia helpless, bleeding.The evening air was crisp, the sun dipping below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the city. Mia was driving back home from work, her mind wandering to the dinner she had planned for later. Despite the long day, she felt a sense of contentment, her thoughts drifting to Scot and how their lives seemed to be calming down. The past few weeks had been tumultuou
Scot sat in his office, staring at the spreadsheet in front of him, though his mind was elsewhere. The past few weeks had been relatively calm, but he couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something wasn’t right. His thoughts drifted to Mia, wondering what she was doing, but he brushed it off, assuming she was at work or on her way home.Just as he was about to turn his attention back to his computer, his phone rang. Scot barely glanced at the screen before answering, expecting it to be his assistant with some minor office matter.“Hello, Scot Frankenstein speaking.”“Mr. Frankenstein, this is Dr. Williams from St. Matthew’s Hospital. You need to come quickly—Mia has been admitted. She’s... she’s been shot.”For a moment, time seemed to stand still. Scot’s entire body froze, the words echoing in his mind like a nightmare he couldn’t wake from. His heartbeat hammered in his ears, and the room spun around him.“What? What did you say?” His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.“Mi
The cool of the night seeped through the gaps in the curtains of Jane’s apartment, casting long shadows across the room. Jane moved methodically, her hands trembling as she stuffed clothes into a suitcase. Her mind raced with a mix of fear and determination. She knew she had to leave, and she had to do it quickly. Her plans had crumbled, and Scot’s inevitable retribution loomed large in her thoughts.She packed her belongings with an urgency born of desperation. Every sound seemed amplified in her ears, every creak of the floorboards a potential signal of danger. She glanced at the clock, anxiety tightening in her chest. She had hoped to leave before anyone could catch her, but as she zipped up her suitcase, a sudden knock at the door made her jump.Jane froze, her breath caught in her throat. She stared at the door, her mind racing. Who could it be at this hour? Her heart pounded as she approached the door cautiously. Peering through the peephole, she saw a group of uniformed police
The soft hum of the hospital filled the quiet room as Scot sat beside Mia’s bed, his hand gently resting on hers. The faint bruises on her face had started to fade, but the emotional weight of what had happened lingered between them. Mia was set to be discharged that evening, but the tension of the last few days hung heavily in the air. Scot’s mind churned with thoughts of Jane and everything that had unfolded since the attack. “I still can’t believe it’s over,” Mia whispered, her voice soft but steady. Scot nodded, his eyes clouded with worry. “I can’t either. But I’m just glad you’re okay.” The door to the room opened, and the nurse walked in with a warm smile. “You’re all set, Mia. Just sign these discharge papers, and you’ll be free to go.” Mia thanked the nurse, her hand shaking slightly as she signed her name. Scot helped her gather her things, but there was an unspoken tension between them. The news of Jane’s arrest had spread across the city, and Scot knew that the consequ
The soft evening light filtered through the large windows of Scot’s house, casting a warm glow over the room. The mood was lively, filled with laughter, conversation, and the clink of glasses as Scot’s staff, family, and close friends gathered to celebrate not only Mia’s recovery but the triumph they had achieved together. The dark chapter of Jane’s interference was behind them now, and tonight was all about new beginnings. Scot stood by the bar, glancing around the room, taking in the smiles of his employees and the people who had stood by him through all the chaos. His father, Mr. Donald Frankenstein, sat at the head of the large dining table, engaging in a conversation with Scot’s lawyer, Richard. Mia, looking radiant and healthier with each passing day, was mingling with Linda and a few others from the PR team. Her laughter was light, but Scot could still sense a certain weariness in her eyes, the aftershocks of everything she had endured. As the night unfolded, Scot felt a wave
"Good morning, sir, you called me."Scot was late for work due to the little misunderstanding he had with his wife, if the neighbors had not pleaded on his behalf, he wouldn’t have been able to come to work. He was summoned by his boss immediately he arrived.“You know what time it is now, right?” his employer asked and he nods his head. His employer looked at him with narrowed eyes “How many times do I have to take more excuses for your tardiness?" he asked.Scot dropped down on his knees, beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he pleads for mercy. "It wasn't intentional, sir, I had a slight delay on my way," Scot explained."Still no reason" his supervisor said in annoyance then dug inside his drawer for a certain brown envelope. Scot is still asking for mercy on his knees. "Sir, please, I had a misunderstanding with my wife this morning, which caused the delay," Scot explained.Scot's supervisor rose from his chair and approached him, still holding the envelope in his hand."M
"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