My story revolves around Molly who conspires with Samantha, the wife of a prominent TV host to expose him for being unfaithful so that she could make his competition to rise which ironically is the fact that The TV host Charlie is a show host for a cheaters show.
Lihat lebih banyakI looked at the bathtub. It looked so nice but so dangerous at the same time. It had been a while since I had been there. I walked closer to the water . I closed my eyes as I will always love you played from my record player I had a beautiful blue towel on. I put my hands on the water and felt it . Ouch. It was too hot. I turned on the cold water to cool it down a bit. I moved my hands aimlessly around the water just to wait for the exact temperature I wanted it to be. It was a very specific remedy which I needed after having such a long day.
I looked at the rose petals I had put on the water as they floated around at the touch of my hands. I couldn't believe I had put rose petals on the water as if I was waiting for my man to have a hot tub moment with me.
I took off the towel and looked down at my bodily features. Was I too unentertaining to men? Or was I too intimidating? I looked into the mirror that was at the side of my bathroom. I looked at myself and remembered about the art of self worth. I for sure knew my worth so I wasn't going to waste time with any man.
I got into the bathtub and looked outside of the big window that was looking down on the city of California. It looked amazing. I inherited it from my uncle. He was quite wealthy but that's besides the point. I was really frustrated that day , really.
I leaned into the water which instantly started to caressing my body after it wrapped around it like a furry blanket.
"Ouw I could get used to this!" I said as I reached out to the glass of red wine which I had placed at the side of the tub. I slowly smelt it.
It felt so heavenly with the view of the city and the bright moon lighting up the corners of my studio apartment. I didn't have much space but this was all I needed. Just when I was about to really enjoy my time there I heard the noise from the phone infiltrating my peace. It rang for a second but I ignored it by the virtue of my tired self.
I gasped put after it stop ringing. Now I could get back to my relax therapy. I went on to take another sip of the wine I had but my phone started to ring.
"Fuck! Can't anyone in this place have some peace for God's sake!" I yelled as I got out of my tub and wrapped my towel back on.
I was mad I got out of my comfort zone but I was glad I did. It was my boss.
"Oh hello Patrick. I'm sorry I was taking a shower." I said still irritated by the fact that he called this late in the night.
"Hi, Molly. I'm sorry for calling this late but I just remembered that we haven't edited the last video completely. We have to post it soon or it might affect our views." He explained.
I began to walk back to the couch.
"Oh, I almost forgot about it. I should get to it then. Could you send it over?" I answered.
"Now? Are you sure?" He said.
"Yeah, I'm not doing much anyway." I said as I looked back at my tub which was busy letting off some steam after we just cut off our time together.
"Really? I am so happy you said that. I need to go take care of some stuff with Mellissa. She is still acting up after the incident." He explained.
"Okay, send it. Goodnight." I replied.
"Cool." He replied and hung up.
I was used to it.
Let me explain. Patrick is my boss as you already know. I have been working for him as he owns a YouTube channel by the name Pa- tricks. It's a cheesy name I know but that was all we had for then. He was getting popular actually, he had seven hundred thousand subscribers.
I stood up and looked at my bathroom one last time because I knew quite well that by the time I would be finished with editing the video, it would be too late and I would be heading to my other love, my bed.
I got dressed in my pajamas and tied my hair back and came to my laptop. I waited for the video to be sent by Patrick but it took a while and it gave my time to also look around my small place. It was quite a mess off late. It had all this papers written all around most of them cut up. It actually looked like a guy's house. No offense but that mess was really bad. Nothing was neat because of the par few days I was just coming in to do work and got out without getting any time to fix it.
My laptop made the notification noise. Patrick already sent the video over email. I opened it and began to watch it. We majored in loyalty tests, whereby we would pick citizens who wanted to testify their partners were loyal or doubted their partners loyalty and so they call us. We basically set up a situation to test if the partner was really cheating or not.
This one was one of the most scariest one we had done. It was really bad because it resulted in a violent moment.
So a girl in Chicago had called us to test if her boyfriend was cheating but it turns out he actually was and she knew it before we reached there. She wanted to catch him. When we discussed with her we wanted her to be calm and not do anything crazy. She agreed but as soon as we brought her and her boyfriend into a confrontation she took a baseball bat and hit him in the head. She retaliated by almost throwing her down a pool. It actually really scared me. I had never seen such a situation before. I had seen so many cheating situations but it never became this bad. I paused it and sat down to think for a while.
This could be the reason I wasn't with anyone. I had seen so may men cheat that I didn't have any hope in finding any love. I had lost all hope. All of the guys who tried ran away when they knew my job because they said I was really insecure. That was actually why my mom always told me I wouldn't get love if I continued with that line of work. I got online and saw Charlie brown was trending again.
I tapped his name to see what exactly happened. He had just won an award for best television show. Fuck! It pissed my off so much! "Aargh!" I shouted as I banged my table.
After a long day, I walked into my apartment, my thoughts filled with the presence of two veryimportant people in my life: Kevin and Samantha. My relationship with Kevin had deepened, and wewere navigating the intricate dance of emotions, still uncertain about where it would lead. Samantha,my friend and confidant, was undergoing her own journey of healing and self-discovery in the midst of acomplicated marriage. The complexities of my connection with Kevin often swirled in my mind, a mix of affection, attraction,and lingering uncertainty. I cared deeply for him, but the path to love was a winding one, and I was stilltrying to understand the depths of my own heart. Samantha's struggles weighed on my heart as well. Her marriage to Charlie was a facade, and I could seethe toll it took on her. She was grappling with her own quest for authenticity and happiness, navigatingthe fine line between societal expectations and personal fulfillment. As I closed the door to my apartmen
Amidst the bustling cityscape, the streets were a river of restless energy, with cars and pedestriansnavigating the concrete labyrinth in a constant dance. The city's heartbeat pulsed in the form of honkinghorns, screeching tires, and the hurried footsteps of people rushing to their destinations.On this particular afternoon, Kevin, a man of quiet composure and unassuming demeanor, foundhimself amidst the chaos of the city. His purpose was simple – to cross the street and continue on hisway. But little did he know that his path was about to intersect with a fateful moment that would alterthe course of his life.Kevin stood at the curb, waiting for the traffic signal to change, his thoughts focused on the errands hehad yet to complete. As the signal turned to a welcoming green, he stepped onto the crosswalk, and theworld around him transformed into a blur of motion.In that very moment, as Kevin made his way across the street, the world seemed to collide. The screechof tire
My heart ached with the weight of despair as I sank into the warm embrace of my bathtub. The water,as soothing as it was, offered no solace to the turmoil raging within me. I had spent years trying to makea difference in the lives of those around me, to be the pillar of support for my friends, but my effortsseemed to have been in vain. Loneliness and dissatisfaction clung to me like an invisible shroud, and Icouldn't shake the feeling of being unsuccessful in all my endeavors.The bathroom was dimly lit, the faint glow of a solitary candle casting dancing shadows on the walls. Thesound of gentle, melodic music filled the room, but it did little to soothe my restless soul. I closed myeyes, allowing my thoughts to drift through the labyrinth of memories and regrets.I had tried my best to help my friends through their trials and tribulations. I had been Samantha'sconfidante when she faced the heart-wrenching truth about Charlie's lies and deceit. I had stood by hersi
The quaint ryokan in Kyoto, Japan, had become an unexpected refuge for me. I had left behind thechaos of my life and traveled thousands of miles to find solace in the serenity of this beautiful country.And standing by my side was Charlie, a man who had confessed his sins, a man who I believed was onthe path to redemption. In the backdrop of cherry blossoms and ancient temples, we had exploredJapan together, but as the days passed, a shadow of doubt began to creep into my heart.One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and painted the sky in a canvas of fiery hues, I stoodon the balcony of our traditional room, looking out at the tranquil garden. The koi fish swam lazily in thepond, and the gentle melody of a shakuhachi flute drifted through the air. A feeling of unease tugged atthe edges of my consciousness."Charlie," I began, turning to face him, "I've been thinking. I can't stay here forever. I need to go backhome and face everyone."Char
The past few months had been a whirlwind of emotions, decisions, and unexpected turns. The pain ofbetrayal, the burning desire for revenge, and the pursuit of justice had driven me to expose Charlie'sinfidelity. I thought it would bring me satisfaction, closure, and a sense of justice. But as I stood there,face to face with him in the dimly lit cafe, I realized that my actions had led to a profound emptinesswithin me.Charlie sat across from me, his eyes searching mine for answers. The soft glow of the café's warmlighting cast an air of melancholy, creating an intimate atmosphere that felt almost like a confessionbooth. The scent of freshly brewed coffee hung in the air, but my thoughts were far from the comfortingembrace of caffeine."Charlie," I began, my voice hesitant, "I need to tell you something."He leaned forward, his face a mask of anticipation. "What is it, Molly?"I took a deep breath, my words weighed down by the burden of trut
I woke up at 3 AM to the sound of my own racing heart, tangled in the sheets of a restless night. Theshadows danced on the walls of my small, dimly lit bedroom, and I felt a tight knot of uneaseconstricting my chest. The weight of recent events had taken a toll on my peace of mind, and the onlyescape I could think of was to go for a run, to let the cool night air cleanse my thoughts.I slipped into my running shoes and athletic gear, moving with the silence of a secret escape. The nightwas a canvas painted in shades of indigo, the moonlight dappled the world in an eerie glow, and thequiet stillness of the pre-dawn hours wrapped around me like a comforting shroud. I made my way tothe nearby park, its entrance bathed in a soft, ethereal light that made it look like an entrance toanother world.The park, normally bustling with the laughter of children and the chatter of dog walkers, was nowdeserted, the silence almost oppressive. I began my run, my breath forming misty clouds in
The evening was overcast, and the thick clouds in the sky loomed like a weight on my shoulders. I hadjust returned home, my heart heavy with the knowledge of what I had done, the consequences of myactions beginning to sink in. The air was heavy with the promise of rain, and I could feel the tension inthe atmosphere as I approached my doorstep, my footsteps slow and deliberate.As I turned the key in the lock and pushed open the door to my small, dimly lit apartment, I felt a senseof foreboding wash over me. My gaze fell upon the figure standing on my doorstep, a tall silhouetteoutlined against the fading evening light. It was Kevin, a close friend who had been a pillar of supportduring my darkest moments. But today, there was something different in his demeanor, something thatsent a chill down my spine."Kevin, what are you doing here?" I asked, my voice trembling as I took a step back, instinctivelyretreating from the intensity in his eyes.He didn't answer imme
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a mesmerizing golden glow over the tranquil beach, as if it were acanvas painted with the promise of a new beginning. The sea whispered secrets to the shoreline, andthe gentle waves lapped at the sand, creating a soothing symphony of nature. It was the perfectbackdrop for the culmination of a plan that had been meticulously crafted to expose Charlie's deceit.Samantha, Molly, and I had spent countless hours over the past few weeks, coordinating and fine-tuningthe plan. We were now ready to bring the truth to light, to end the torment Samantha had endured atthe hands of her cheating husband, Charlie.The beach was nearly deserted, save for a few early morning joggers and a couple taking a leisurelystroll along the shore. Molly and I stood hidden behind a large driftwood log, nervously watching asSamantha approached Charlie, who was engrossed in the beauty of the ocean, oblivious to the stormthat was about to unleash upon him.With a conc
The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the tranquil beach. The gentle lapping ofthe waves against the shore provided a soothing background melody, and a light sea breeze carried thescent of salt and seaweed. It was the perfect setting for what Patrick and I had planned—a day of carefulstrategizing to expose Charlie's deceit.I had met Patrick years ago through Samantha, and he had always been resourceful and cunning. Hiswillingness to help me uncover the truth about Charlie had been a saving grace. The night before, wehad concocted a plan so intricate, so audacious, that it felt like something out of a spy thriller.As we sat on the sandy shore, our toes buried in the warm grains, Patrick looked at me with an intensitythat sent shivers down my spine. "Molly, you understand that this plan has to be executed withprecision, right?"I nodded, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and anxiety. "I know, Patrick. This is our chanceto cat
The set up by Kevin Mutisya is a romance novel full of conspiracies leading to jealousy and revenge. Molly Mendes is in a slump. She lost her job because she refused to do it with her former boss. Her editing gig is not paying much. The bills are piling up. When Samantha Brown approaches her for help, she readily agrees with the tasks. Molly has to conspire with Samantha to ridicule her unfaithful husband. Who is the man involved? It is no other than Charlie Brown, a known TV host. It is purely business for Molly, but things are getting messy. Can she come out unscathed?
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