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 bitterly.
Scot's eyes welled up with tears as he gazed intently into Jane's. He was bitter and depressed.
"I've always adored you… I begged you to be patient, but you pulled me into the muck and abandoned me." Scot took out his handkerchief and wiped away his tears.
Jane couldn't keep the anguish inside her, so she kept crying, her tears flowing like a great ocean, she was bitter and heartbroken.
"You were opposed to standing by him for better or worse, Jane" Mr. Donald kept shaking his head.
Jane was stunned and unable to express herself. She didn't do anything but cry and beg for pardon. She rolled on the floor, sobbing like a baby.
Scot kept looking down at his crying wife and his dad placed his hand on his shoulder to comfort him.
Mrs. Costa also approached Scot, begging on Jane's behalf. Scot sobbed as he remembered everything he had gone through at the hands of his wife and mother-in-law. He remembered days when he came home with no food to eat, days when he was barred outside and forced to sleep in the cold of the night, and days when Jane embarrassed him in front of neighbors.
Scot was bitter and heartbroken, and the tears continued to streamed down his cheeks.
Someone knocked on Mr. Donald's office door while everyone was inside.
"Come on in," he said.
Jason and two other security guards were there when the door opened. They all went on their knees as they entered the office, staring in the direction of Scot.
"I'm sorry for everything, Scot," Jason cried as he crawled on his knees towards Scot.
"I'm not sure what hit me… please accept my apologies, my friend." Jason begged.
Scot glared fiercely at Jason. He shifted his weight and turned to face Jason.
"You are not my friend, Jason," Scot said gently, attempting to keep his wrath in check.
Jason was so embarrassed that he couldn't raise his face. He couldn't bear looking Scot in the eyes.
"My good friend, I know you're mad at me, but please find a place in your heart to forgive me," Jason begged, his head on the floor.
Scot sat there shaking his head and moving his leg away from him.
"Jason, you were supposed to be my friend, but instead you stabbed me in the back," Scot yelled.
Jason couldn't say anything. His expression was one of sorrow and guilt.
"It's the work of the devil, my friend." Jason responded while still lying face down on the floor.
"Did the devil force you to take my wife away from me?" Scot yelled fiercely again, clutching Jason by the neck.
Scot tighten his hold on Jason’s neck but he his hold was released by the security men that were around.
Jason couldn't keep his emotions in check and burst into tears.
"I was blinded by jealousy, I was jealous of you and Jane's love," Jason admitted. Jane sobbed when she heard Jason's confession. She rushed over to Jason and tugged his shirt, bitter. She resented Jason for all that had occurred and regretted ever falling into Jason's trap.
Scot was still irritated and couldn't take the sight of everyone. He immediately fired Jason and the other two security guards who had beaten him. He also directed Jason to surrender the official car provided by the corporation as well as any other company properties in his possession.
He ordered the security guards to remove Jane from the workplace and warned her not to come close to him again. He also advised Jane to prepare for a divorce.
Jane begged, but Scot turned away. Security pulled her out, along with Jason and the other two security personnel.
When the other employees heard what had happened, they were all mute because they fear for what would happen next.
Scot turned to his father after Jason and the others had been forced out of the office.
His dad wanted to introduce him to everyone as the new head but he requested his father to postpone the introduction so he could go purchase some nice attire. Then, his father got him a ring that signifies the Frankstien family and commands respect wherever he goes.
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
Scot’s life had become a balancing act, one that required a precision he wasn’t sure he could maintain. As the divorce proceedings dragged on, the pressure mounted from every direction. The morning sun cast a harsh light through the windows of his office, but the warmth did nothing to alleviate the coldness that had seeped into his life. He sat at his desk, the surface cluttered with stacks of documents—contracts from the company, legal papers from the divorce, and a never-ending stream of emails demanding his attention. Each file was a reminder of the chaos that had become his new normal. With a deep breath, he leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair as he tried to focus on the task at hand. But no matter how hard he tried, his thoughts kept drifting back to Jane. The divorce had brought out a side of her he hadn’t seen before—vindictive, spiteful, and relentless. She had refused to accept the end of their marriage, and her refusal had turned into a campaign of sa
Scot sat in his office, staring at the stack of documents in front of him. The divorce papers felt like a looming presence, something he couldn't escape no matter how much he tried to distract himself with work. It had been weeks since he officially filed for divorce, and the tension between him and Jane had escalated to unbearable levels. She had refused to accept the reality of their separation, and the legal battles were just beginning. The constant back-and-forth with their lawyers drained Scot of any remaining emotional energy. Tonight, however, was different. Tonight, he was attending a charity event, something he’d been doing less of lately. He wasn't in the mood for mingling, but his presence was expected, and he couldn't afford to let his personal struggles affect his public image any more than they already had. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, and made a mental note to keep the evening as brief as possible. As Scot arrived at the event, the grand ballroom was al
The news of Scot’s budding relationship with Mia spread through the town like wildfire. Jane, already fuming from the divorce proceedings, could barely contain her anger when she heard about it. Scot had moved on, and it wasn’t with her. She felt betrayed, humiliated, and determined to make sure that Scot’s new relationship wouldn’t last. One afternoon, Jane sat in her living room, staring blankly at the walls. The house was too quiet, the silence almost mocking her. Her mind raced as she thought about Scot and Mia, imagining them laughing together, sharing the kind of happiness that she believed should have been hers. “This isn’t over,” Jane muttered to herself, her eyes narrowing as she reached for her phone. Meanwhile, Scot and Mia were enjoying a rare peaceful moment together. They had decided to take a stroll along the riverbank, the gentle flow of water providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Mia looked up at Scot, her eyes full of warmth. “I’m so glad we decide