Harry's povI shut myself in my room for days, getting drunk and sinking into depression. I feel so lost without her. Her presence in here was gone, her smile, her touch, especially the way she made me feel but now there's nothing to hold onto. I called Sharon, maybe she could try to convince her again but she tried all she could but it yielded nothing. I shut myself out from the media, my job, everything that made me get attention. I just wanted to be alone. Carol, my former assistant if you remember got fired by my ex-wife. I can't still believe that came out from me. It all feels like a mirage. Anyways, she came most of the time, helping me out from my depression since I almost fired all my workers. I was different now. I can't even remember when last I shaved. I was a complete mess. There came a time, two weeks after being divorced. I just couldn't accept the fact that she was now spending more time with Shawn. He looked so happy seeing me mad. I took her out of his house

 Elena's povI woke up late on a Saturday morning. I guess I was so tired than I thought. I look to my left seeing the note Shawn left. He went out. I guess he probably went to check some work at the office. I got out of bed, taking a warm bath, trying to let out the stress. I was reminded about how Harry would come into the shower without my conscience and grip me from behind. I couldn't stop thinking about all our adventures. I missed all of that but I have to start thinking differently. It's over between us now.  I dressed up, thinking about how to while away time. The kitchen store was empty so I thought I should just get some items at the grocery store. I took my keys and got out of the house. Not so long after getting out of the store, was when I saw Harry where I parked my car. He was at a coffee shop wi

I was utterly shocked and unaware that Harry's name was imprinted on the napkin. I never noticed it. Shawn began to have doubts, thinking I went to see him, probably met up with him someone. I forgot Shawn was a jealous type when it comes to things like this but it isn't like we are dating or so but I know he's just acting this way for my safety."Shawn, I had that napkin in my bag for a long time. I used it to wrap my finger earlier. Nothing more." I assured him but still, he looks at it with disgust. I can't still believe our past will make both friends hate each other so much. I still blame myself for that."Well, I hate this napkin. It's so ugly." He threw it into the waste bin without even asking for my consent. I felt so angry within me but I just couldn't show it. He would think I'm still having feelings for him. 

{Right my wrongs by Bryson Thriller plays loudly in the club}Chloe sits alone on a spot, taking a drag from her cigarette, sipping it with a glass of whisky. She looks pale like someone who hadn't had enough sleep and truly she had not. She could not just forget the rejection. Shawn rejected her. How could she ever be the same? The same person that made her like this called for a meet-up; said it was urgent. What could it ever be if not Elena. Elena, Elena, Elena! She's always in my way. Why can't she just stay out of his life and let him move on. I already thought Shawn was now accepting the fact that Elena was out of his life and he could concentrate on better things, ME. I have everything he needs. All the love and care he need are right in front of him. Why can't he just look at him the same he does to her. Where could I have gone wrong? A hand touches her from her back, drawing her

Chloe's povAfter getting all the necessary info on the place Harry and Elena were to meet at noon, I order my men to set the bombs before their arrival. Shawn said he had told his informant to send another message to Elena using Harry's phone, that he wouldn't be able to meet up with her at that time due to some busy schedule but Shawn doesn't know I have other things in mind. Just the same as he wants Harry out of his life, I want Elena out of my life. I made sure no message was delivered to her. Now, I'm going to kill two birds with one stone. ************Elena's PovIt was five-thirty when I received an urgent call that Anna was already in a bad state. I quickly rushed over, thinking I would be able to joggle