Burning Passion: Love Never Die

“Yes, I’m so lonely every night. In fact, I’m even ready to charge it to the game, if bad comes to worse. For the better part, we’ve lived true to our nominal couple status. Never has been about sex, nor have we ever been so deeply involved emotionally. Somehow, I suspect, I’d have divorced him long ago, were it not for his wealth!

That’s how dismal the reality looks between Carlos and I, as we speak!”

That was quite a show Debbie was putting on. Even Megan, the gang leader of all hypocritical bitches, wouldn’t have had a thing on

Debbie’s act tonight.

Blown away by how her scheme panned out, Debbie didn’t even notice a waiter serving her a glass of water.

The waiter panicked when he overheard the sleazy details about Mr. and

Mrs. Hilton. Ashamed of looking like a snitch, he quietly, carefully placed the glass on the table, and fled away, back to his station downstairs.

bet, being you would suck the life out of me,” the pregnant woman sitting opposite Debbie said sympathetically. Stretching her right hand to stroke Debbie’s, which was resting on the table between them, she comforted, “Mrs. Hilton you’re still young. You have a long life ahead of you. Personally, I suggest

Carlos if possible!”

to her feet. She had

and doused the woman’s face. The woman could only stare in disbelief. But Debbie coldly taunted, “So you

yelled, “Oh, such miserable, bitter loser. You came here to pick a fight with me over Carlos, and you had to beat around the

Debbie raised an eyebrow.

to sleep around with other women, it won’t be a fat and ugly woman like you. You should be ashamed of yourself. Carlos is my husband, just in case you’re forgetting. No matter how many flings

a barrage of words in a single breath. Unable to take the humiliation anymore, the woman stood up in a fit of anger and raised her hand to slap Debbie across the face. However, Debbie was too swift for her and easily dodged the slap. In retaliation, she grabbed hold of the

that the silent second floor of the cafe echoed

to hit me, something that even Carlos has never

time you try that on me, you’ll live to

already red and swollen from the force of Debbie’s slap. Earlier today when she left the ward, she had given Carlos a cold shoulder because of this woman’s phone call. Now that she had taught the woman a lesson, she might have to make