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 anything here that you can afford." She added.
Her tone was rude and harsh and it didn’t please Scot.
He gave her a quick glare as he exhaled before he finally glare at her face that held contempt towards him.
"What kind of statement is that, young lady?" Scot inquired.
The sales girl laugh sarcastically then crossed her arms. "How can a poor, bad-looking man like you afford anything in this expensive boutique?" She scoffed with a roll of her eyes.
Scot wasn't bothered by her remark this time. Rather, he smiled as he stared at her.
"Do you know I can buy this entire boutique?" The girl burst out laughing after the outburst of Scot.
Scot received a phone call while she was laughing at him. He took out his phone and discovered it was a call from his father, but he refused to answer it.
He didn’t want his father to find out what's going on.
The sales girl stopped laughing and her face now held a frown then she pointed to the door.
"Leave and never return. This is not a place for the poor, okay?" She taunts him.
Scot came closer to her then squared his shoulder in an intimidating manner and he pointed at her.
"I can afford everything here, so you have to attend to me," Scot warned her. “You don’t know the son of who I am and I can make you pay for even denying to attend to me or purchase anything I want here.” he bragged then heard laugher from behind him.
He turned and saw his in-laws laughing at him with some other customers.
"Please chase this poor man away," his in-laws urged as they approached Scot and the salesgirl.
"He is unable to care for his family." The man added.
Scot became enraged and upset at meeting Jane's parents.
When he looked closely at them, he realized they were Jane's aunt and her husband. Scot initially smiled when he saw her because he remembered how he used to help her when she was having problems with her spouse years ago.
"Good day, ma'am," Scot greets Jane's aunt and attempted to hug her, but she backed away, grabbing her nose, implying Scot was smelly.
"You stink, Scot, and why would you think it is okay to greet me with your smelly self?” Jane's aunt took steps away from Scot.
"Why are you treating me like this? What did I do wrong?" Scot asked, a pained expression on his face.
In the boutique, Jane's aunt laughed and made fun at Scot as she told people in the store how miserable Scot is and how he lives off his wife and her rich parents.
Most people looked at him in pity while the rest mocked his situation.
"You can't afford to pay your rent, what are you doing in this pricey boutique? It’s okay for the poor to dream of this but coming here?” She laughed. “You just love to embarrass yourself.” Jane's aunt mocked.
Scot felt humiliated and angry with everyone in the boutique, but he kept his head up and pulled out his credit card.
"I can buy this whole boutique and still have some change left." Scot boasted.
Scot was made fun of by everyone in the store.
"When was the last time he took a bath?" One of the customers murmured in mockery.
Scot was ridiculed and labelled a lunatic for claiming he could buy the entire boutique.
"Send him away before everything starts to stink." Jane's aunt yelled as they all continued to laugh and make jokes at Scot.
This time, the salesgirl approached Scot with her face void of emotions, saying, "Leave this place, Mr. Man, before I call security to throw you out." She threatened.
Scot ignored her and attempted to go further into the store, but the sales girl stopped him again and pushed him back.
"Go your own way, young woman. I need to get some clothes.," Scot mumble, attempting to keep his temper under control.
The salesgirl was still adamant about Scot not moving any further.
"Leave or I'll call security." The salesgirl warned, pointing to the entrance door. Everyone in the room was watching and urging Scot to leave.
Scot was humiliated and dissatisfied.
He took out his phone to call his father, but the salesgirl refused, insisting he leave first.
Following multiple disagreements between Scot and the salesgirl, the boutique's security personnel barged in, attempting to evict Scot.
"Please excuse me, sir. We don't want you causing any problems here." One of the security guards gave the order.
They were both pointing Scot towards the door, requesting he depart, but Scot resisted.
"I need to get some clothes, and I have the money." Scot sincerely explained.
Scot stated multiple times that he needed to buy what he had come for, but the security guards and everyone else didn't want him to.
Everyone in the room began mumbling and whispering as the guard grabbed him and prepared to throw him out.
"Send him away, he's a criminal." One of the customers said, and everyone agreed with the declaration that Scot was a thief.
The security guards began pushing Scot and using force to get him to leave, but Scot resisted.
They hauled Scot about like a regular thief and began abusing him. Scot continued to struggle and resist the security guards as he yelled.
"Let me go, let me go!!" Scot screamed loudly.
Everyone, even the salesgirl, insisted that he go.
The salesgirl particularly requested that he be kicked out before stealing stuff and infecting everyone with his wretchedness.
Just as they were about to finally push him out, the manager of the store came out to stop the commotion that was going on when then he saw the ring on Scot’s finger.
The manager trembled and rushed to him to stop them from manhandling him further, he apologized to Scot and everyone wondered why the manager suddenly stopped the bullying of Scot and was being nice and respectful to him.
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
Scot sat in the warm, inviting glow of the café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the soft hum of conversation around him. It was a rare moment of peace, a brief escape from the turmoil that had taken over his life in recent months. Across from him, Mia smiled gently, her presence a calming balm to his frayed nerves. “You look tired,” Mia said softly, her eyes filled with concern. “Have you been getting enough sleep?” Scot managed a half-smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not as much as I should. But I’m managing.” “You don’t have to do this alone, you know,” Mia continued, reaching out to place her hand over his. The warmth of her touch was both comforting and grounding. “I’m here with you, through all of this.” Scot squeezed her hand in return, grateful for her support. “I know, Mia. And I can’t tell you how much that means to me. It’s just… everything feels like it’s falling apart. The divorce, the company, and now Jane’s relentless attacks—it’s like I