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.

which was resting on the table between them, she comforted, “Mrs. Hilton you’re still young. You have a long life

Carlos if possible!”

grinned and shot to her feet. She had achieved her goal.

woman had ordered a glass of fruit juice, but she had barely touched it as she spoke to Debbie. In one fell swoop, Debbie grabbed the glass of juice and doused the woman’s face. The woman could only stare in disbelief. But Debbie coldly taunted, “So you think you’re a better match to Carlos than me? Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and wished you could lose some

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

Debbie raised an eyebrow.

do that! Even if he wants 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 he may

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 woman’s wrist with her left hand and hit her in the face with

the silent second floor of

want to hit me? Jeez! You have the nerve to hit me, something that even Carlos has

live to regret it. I swear! Now, go back home and behave

had given Carlos a cold shoulder because of this woman’s phone call. Now that she had taught the woman a lesson, she