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Chapter 49: Just Angry

I cried myself to sleep last night. My world has been crashed by that video I saw. The future that I draw

with Franco in it is destroyed. What will I do now? Can I forgive Franco? Should I forgive him? What is

my next move?

I'm so confused right now. My mind is not working well. I'm full of anger. Anger towards Franco for

betraying me. Anger towards Lisa for being such a snake. She's lurking around men close to me and

worst she doesn't even have to hide her true form. These men came to her to get bitten willingly. I hate

her. I can't work with her anymore. She's a disgrace among women. She has no right to be idolized by

millions.

I hate Franco. He made me believe about a dream so beautiful. But in the end he himself destroyed it.

I need to devise my plan. How will I get back to these traitors? I need to compose myself and get back

my feet.

Phone ringing...

The noise distract me from thinking. It's Andre.

Andre: Hi! I have something to consult on you about the script I currently reading. Come by so we can

discuss it personally.

Tara: Hello. I can't come today. I don't feel good right now. I will visit you tomorrow.

Andre: See you tomorrow then.

Tara: Alright

I can't you up with my inflamed eyes. They are so red from crying. Maybe by tomorrow, they will look

better.

Another phone ringing...

Franco: Hi honey! What are you up to today.

Tara: I'm just writing. I'm finishing a script I started a week ago.

Franco: Listen honey, My friend invited us for dinner. So later I will pick you up by 7. Is that fine with

you?

Tara: Franco. I can't go out tonight. I'm not feeling well. I will pass on this one. I'm sorry honey, I hope

you'll understand.

Franco: Sure. Then I will go by myself. We have plenty of things to catch up with personally and

business so I really need to go to this dinner. Do you want me to pass by to check on you.

Tara: No need. By tomorrow I will see you at the agency.

Franco: Do you need to go to the hospital? Or do you need medicine. I will get it for you.

Tara: I got some at my medicine cabinet, don't even bother.

Franco: Alright. Kisses honey! I love you.

Tara: Don't worry about me I will be fine.

Franco: Take care of yourself. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Tara: I will.