Scot spent the night in one of his father's mansions, where he was treated like a prince. The house was so large that it could house a whole community. There were housekeepers on duty at all times to attend to Scot. The chef prepared many meals for him upon his arrival last night, and a warm shower awaited him.
It made Scot feel so good, something he hasn’t been able to feel in a very long time.
The mansion’s interior was well furnished with modern amenities and the paintings on the wall completed the color of the curtains. When he was shown his room, he couldn’t believe how large it was because it looked larger than Jane’s parents living room and dining joined together. It could fit an entire family.
Scot's new life is so great that he has forgotten about the difficult times. Scot even slept like a baby under the cool air conditioner for the first time in his life. He was so deep in in the sleep that it was his phone's ringing that woke him up.
"Good morning, son, how are you?" Mr. Donald inquired of Scot from the other side of the line.
"Good morning, dad," Scot greets while stifling a yawn and stretching his body, he had a smile on his face.
His dad wanted to check on him immediately he came out of his prompt business meeting.
"I hope you slept well, son," he asked.
"Yes dad, I did," Scot yawned then stretched again.
“You went out really early” Scot states.
“Yes, I had an impromptu meeting with all the HR’s in my companies in this division. I wanted them to know of the new changes that would be coming” his father said, “Now that I found my son, there has to be some kind of change, you know?” the smile could be heard in his tone.
“Well, I will be delighted to know what changes would be made then”
“Yes, we will talk about it when I get home. I’m almost home”
“I’ll be expecting you dad” the call was disconnected and Scot stood up to get ready for the day.
He was glad because now, he didn’t have to start thinking about where to go when he wife threw him out of the house.
After he had gotten ready and changed into one of his clothes the maid helped him to dry-clean, he came downstairs and asked if his dad was home already and just then, the door opened to reveal Mr. Donald coming inside with a maid carrying his bag for him.
“Thank you” Mr. Donald thanked the maid as Scot took his briefcase from the maid and she bowed then left the both of them together.
"Hey dad," Scot put the briefcase on the couch and hugged his dad.
They exchanged pleasantries and smiled at each other.
"I was just about to have breakfast, join me dad," Scot said to his father, his face beaming.
Mr. Donald grinned, noticing how Scot's mood had shifted recently, it made him overjoyed. "Thank you but I had taken something earlier, why don’t you finish eating and we can get going to one of my companies," Mr. Donald said.
Scot felt excited that his father couldn’t wait to show him to the world. “Already?” he asked.
“The earlier the better, it will give me great rest now that I know that my son is found and is managing my companies well”
Mr. Donald went to his home office to pick up some files and in a manner of minutes, Scot was ready and they set out to head for the company.
"So, Scot, tell me about your wife," his dad asked as they drove away.
Scot was irritated by the question since it brought up old thoughts of Jane.
"Dad, I'd rather not talk about her," Scot replied, his demeanor changing already.
Mr. Donald persuaded further, and Scot agreed to tell him about Jane. He told him how much he loved her and how Jane and her parents mistreated him because he was poor. Her father didn’t come as frequent as her mum because he told him that he can’t be seeing a loser of a man every time he comes to see his daughter.
After hearing what Scot had to say, Mr. Donald shook his head in pity for how badly his son had been treated based on his financial status.
"But, do you still love her?" Mr. Donald inquired.
Scot couldn’t answer right away but he knew deep down that despite everything that had transpired, he still had feelings for Jane, but he kept that truth to himself.
"No, daddy, I hate Jane, and I'll never forgive her," Scot answered, his face red with rage.
Mr. Donald looked at him and sighed then concentrated on driving
They arrived at the company in no time and his dad parked in the garage made for the most executive staffs in the company.
"Ahaa... Scot, welcome to one of my companies," Mr. Donald exclaimed, but Scot was less than thrilled because that's the company Jason oversees.
Scot didn’t want to act odd so he managed a smile on his lips so his dad can see how excited he was to get inside but all he could think about was how to repay everyone in the in the company that mistreated him.
The corporation is very vast, with many facilities, including a supermarket.
Even before they entered the executive garage, every employee that saw the car bowed to it and waved in greeting.
The two men came out of the car then Mr. Donald turned to Scot.
"Go on, son, I want to get something from the supermarket," Mr. Donald said to him and he left.
Scot went to the entrance of the building then looked up at the name written boldly on the building ‘Frankstien Enterprise’. He let out a sigh, squared his shoulder, his head was held high as he enters into the building with a proud look on his face.
Scot ignored everyone he went past and their comments about him. Some were of surprise, some were of mockery probably in thought that he came back for his job. He didn’t mind them and when he looked around the reception area, he spotted a sight that brought his blood to a boil.
Jane and Jason were all cozy with each other and not being able to take the sight, he walked up to them but was stopped by some security men.
“Jason,” he growled in anger.
"What do you want you fool? You aren’t getting your job back, I got someone competent enough to replace you” Jason taunts while Jane and a few employees that heard his comment, laughed at Scot.
"Jason, I will fire you from this company," Scot yelled not able to contain his anger.
Jason and everyone else laughed at Scot's statement. They all thought he was a crazy clown. Jason immediately directed the security guards to beat and kick Scot out of the workplace.
The security guards wrestled Scot to the ground, but Scot fought back while Jason and everyone else made fun of him.
"Throw him out!" Jane yelled.
Scot protested again as the security guards bundled him.
"I will sack all of you soon," Scot yelled angrily at the security guards but his words were not taken seriously because they all saw him as hopeless and demented.
"How can you sack us when you are jobless?" one of the security guards inquired mockingly and that brought almost all the staffs to a laughing fits as they mocked Scot even more.
"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
The senior manager's loud voice grabbed the attention of everyone in the workplace. She dashed down the stairs, breathing heavily like a hound being hunted. Her heels continued to hit each step of the stairway. Her expression indicated that something is amiss and there was trouble. She immediately gets down and walks towards Scot, who was being held roughly by two security guards as if he was a thief."Get your hands off him, you fool," Mrs. Costa screamed at both security guards.Everyone was confused by what was going on. Scot was released by the two security guards and Mrs. Costa cradled Scot and attempted to straighten him out.Mrs. Costa implored, her lips shaking in panic, "I'm sorry sir, I apologize sir."Everyone was stunned. They were all taken aback by the Senior Manager's attitude."What's going on?" one of the staff members inquired. Everyone continued to whisper to themselves. "Why is she calling Scot sir?" Another member of staff murmured.As they watched Mrs. Costa cl
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
Scot walked into a fancy store after leaving his father's workplace. Everyone looked at him oddly as he stepped into the shop because of how harsh he appeared. Scot greets the salesgirl he saw, "Good day ma'am." Scot was given a snide glance by the lady who looked like she didn’t want to attend to him but she came from behind the counter and stood in front of him."You need to leave now sir." She stares disgustingly at him then looked back into his eyes. “We don’t have cheap clothes for homeless people here.” she spat proudly and she felt delighted to be insulting the lady.Scot was irritated by her sudden harsh words to him. She didn’t even know who he was and was already talking in this manner.Scot ignored her harsh words and answered her "I need something that looks good on me." He walked further into the shop and she walked quickly in front of him to stop him from going further.Still baring the odd look, she said "Mr. Man!" She exclaimed in complete disgust. "We don't have a
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'
It's already a week in Scot's new found life. Scot sat in his office, the silence of the room broken only by the soft feeling of the air conditioning. His desk was cluttered with papers and documents that seemed to blur together in a chaotic mess. The weight of recent events felt palpable in the air, the betrayal from Jane hanging over him like a dark cloud. As he sifted through the piles of paperwork, his eyes fell on the email from Jane—a request for a meeting. The subject line was stark and simple: "Can We Talk?" He stared at the screen, his mind wrestling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, hurt, and confusion intertwined, creating a knot of unresolved feelings. After a long pause, he took a deep breath and clicked the reply button, grudgingly agreeing to meet in his office. Scot’s office, once a symbol of his power and success, now felt like a fortress—a sanctuary where he could shield himself from the chaos Jane had left behind. The walls were lined with awards and certificat
The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon as Scot pulled up to the sprawling estate he now called home. The grandeur of the property, with its manicured lawns and ornate architecture, was a stark contrast to the small, cluttered apartment he had occupied during the turmoil of his marriage. This was not just a change of address; it was a complete transformation of his life. Scot stepped out of his car, feeling a mix of anticipation and trepidation. The weight of recent months had been heavy, but today marked the start of a new chapter. The estate was a gift from his father—a gesture of support and an acknowledgment of Scot’s potential. It was a symbol of the fresh start he so desperately needed. Inside the mansion, the air was filled with the aroma of fresh coffee and pastries. As Scot walked through the grand foyer, he was greeted by Mrs. Palmer, the housekeeper, who had been with the family for years. “Good morning, Mr. Scot,” Mrs. Palmer said with a warm smile, handing
Scot sat in his office, staring at the divorce papers on his desk. The elegant script on the cover page seemed to mock him, a stark reminder of the life he was about to leave behind. The room was silent except for the soft hum of the air conditioning, but the tension was palpable, weighing heavily on his shoulders. He took a deep breath and picked up his pen, his hand trembling slightly as he hovered over the dotted line. For a moment, Scot hesitated. He had spent years building a life with Jane, investing time, energy, and emotion into their marriage. But those days felt like a distant memory now, overshadowed by betrayal and heartache. His mind flashed back to the boutique, to the humiliation he’d felt, to Jane’s cold eyes when she had flaunted her infidelity. The anger that had simmered beneath the surface for so long bubbled up, and with a determined flick of his wrist, he signed his name. It was done. There was no turning back now. As he set the pen down, the door to his offic
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
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 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
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 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
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
Scot was a bundle of nerves as he drove Mia to his father’s mansion. Despite the disturbing events with Jane, he was determined to introduce Mia to his father, Mr. Donald Frankenstein, and show her that his intentions with her were serious. It was a new step in their relationship, a sign of his commitment to building a future together, even amidst the chaos.The drive was quiet, filled with the low hum of the car engine and the occasional rustling of papers on the seat. Mia glanced at Scot, noticing his tension. She reached over and gently placed her hand on his arm.“Are you alright?” Mia asked, her voice soft and reassuring.Scot offered a faint smile. “Yeah, just a bit nervous. It’s important to me that you get along with my dad. I know things have been rough, but I want us to move forward.”Mia squeezed his arm. “I understand. It means a lot to me that you want to introduce me to him. I’m sure everything will be fine.”As they approached the mansion, the grandeur of the house stoo
Eleanor sat in her car outside Jane’s apartment, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her shoulders. It had been a restless night, filled with regrets and a deep sense of urgency. Today, she was determined to make one last attempt to reach her daughter, even if she feared it would be in vain.With a deep breath, Eleanor steeled herself and walked towards Jane’s building. Her thoughts were turbulent, replaying her recent conversation with Scot. She hoped that her visit could somehow help mend the rift that had grown so vast between them.Eleanor knocked on the door, her heart racing. After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Jane with a mixture of surprise and irritation.“Mom? What are you doing here?” Jane’s voice was cold, her eyes narrowing.“I need to talk to you, Jane,” Eleanor said, trying to keep her voice steady. “Can I come in?”Jane hesitated, her expression guarded. Finally, she stepped aside, allowing her mother to enter. Eleanor walked into the living roo
Scot drove through the quiet, tree-lined streets of the suburban neighborhood, each turn and curve bringing him closer to Jane's mother's house. The serene environment contrasted sharply with the turmoil that had defined his recent weeks. Jane’s behavior had spiraled to a level that made him uneasy, and he hoped that speaking with her mother might offer a glimmer of hope.Arriving at the modest, yet well-kept house, Scot took a deep breath before stepping out of the car. He approached the front door and rang the bell, the sound echoing softly in the stillness of the afternoon. After a few moments, the door creaked open, revealing Jane's mother, Eleanor, standing on the threshold.Eleanor's eyes were red-rimmed and tired, a testament to the emotional strain she had endured. Her face, once confident, now bore the marks of a woman deeply troubled. She managed a weak smile as she greeted Scot.“Mr. Frankenstein, it’s… good to see you,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.“Eleanor,” Sc