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In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Fernando. Elena. The private room, the bed. From every angle. I couldn’t breathe. The screen burned my eyes, but I couldn’t look away. It was worse seeing it this way, magnified, undeniable, stripped of any room for doubt. Biggest scandal of the century: The Rogue King and the Valenti-Bride.

Pink subtitles floated across my vision once more… [This 'second male lead wins' storyline is way more satisfying than all those chasing-after-the-wife or getting-back-together plots. [This ending feels right.]

muttered Nick in frustration. I didn't understand, go through what? Nick had been acting strange the past few months, coming home later than usual and always looking so tired and apathetic to everything. It was as if something was taking up his time and energy, but what? Any other woman would think of cheating, but I refused to think that he had another woman, not Nick. I knew him well enough to know that he would never do this to me, there was some explanation for everything that he just wouldn't tell me.

"He's been in power over my mother and me way too long just because he's an important person in the state. And I... don't know any better way to change him other than this." Adam laughed, but his eyes started to water as he snatched iPhone from Randy's hand and handed it over to Shawn, forcing Shawn to see what the screen was showing. Shawn lowered the gaze to iPhone to watch a video of a middle-aged man is walking while hugging a sexy girl who seemed more suitable to be called his daughter. Or even his granddaughter. The expression on Shawn's face remained unchanged until the video showed the girl's face in the man's arms more clearly. And soon as Adam shouted, "That bitch ruined my family!

I couldn't get over the fact that Michael was shamelessly cheating on me, despite being married. I couldn't get over the fact that my so called best friend who was supposed to be my source of comfort became the reason my life fell apart. “She's the reason I survived the accident, not you.” Michael had said. If only he knew the real truth, but how could he possibly know? When Anna made sure to turn the tables on me for her benefits. My sacrifice cost me my love. And I've never felt more stupid in my life. When I got mad at Michael and I threw a vase at him, He threw me out. His arm bore into my skin, making me wince in pain as he dragged me out of the place I once called home. That too, in fr

Nicole and Yuri were more of a party people than Amy and I. I looked at Amy and she looked bored as hell, she asked the bartender if she could get water and he passed a glass. Amy eyed the cup suspiciously, she sniffed it and tasted a little to confirm if it was water before drinking the whole content. “I don’t trust bartenders, but thank you.” She said as she passed the glass cup back to him. Then she turned to face us and said, “You guys know I can’t drink, right. Someone has to stay sober so the rest of us won’t die in a car crash.” She said.

Here we go again. "Is Brit trying to get you to watch a serial killer movie again?" My big bro Matt said, literally squashing me in a bear hug, not forgetting to give Brit a full glare. "No, I did not. Obviously, someone did this to her and she's tryna cover up for whoever it is," she said. She equally gave me her own very tight hug. Just having them comforting me made me burst out crying—uh... again! This thing is really messing up my reputation, and I have a reputation to keep.

Her hand flew to her mouth. I walked away from her to the living area and slumped my ass to the couch. I pressed the TV remote and scanned some shows. She was still standing beside me with her hands on her waist. I could see her in my peripheral vision. Her patience was wearing thin. I stopped scanning when it landed on the replay of The Walking Dead. I watched these six seasons many times, but I wanted to distract my mind away from her. “Is this your way of saying to me that I should search for a new roommate soon?” Well, I didn’t see that coming.