Jul_ie1

On the most important day of her life, the day when she was supposed to shine the brightest, the day she was supposed to say 'I do', he bailed out.
Ennui, despair, forlornness, despondency, distress, pain....name it all, it couldn't amount to what she felt that day. 

The moment the flower fell from her hand...she realized what was happening. He left her on the altar on their wedding day. All eyes were on her, most were the mocking gazes of females who hated her.

One year passed. She was fine now, but she had done some thinking.

Was all this happening because it was her punishment? Maybe the heavens were punishing her for what she did to all her previous boyfriends.

That was when she decided....

From the very first one she has wronged, she was going to apologize to all of them, meet a new guy, and start afresh.

Total of 67 exes.

She apologized, but to only 65. The 66th was abroad. She couldn't bear to face the 67th. She had wronged him in the worse way possible. But she still had to face him, to find the closure she needed!.


Things further escalates, when she finds out the identity of the man in the park...


...



She was the first person he opened up to. Told her secrets no one ever knew. For the first time some one made him feel vulnerable. But what?!. 

"I just played you, let's break up!"

Did she really think that one line would make him forget. The moment he accepted he loved her, that was when she belonged to him and no one else. She must have played with other guys and got away with it, but not him.
He would get her back, but not without getting his revenge!

*WARNING*
THE WORD R***D WILL BE USED A FEW TIMES BUT THE ACTION WON'T BE DESCRIBED.

Sorry to all my exes: Being a slave.

"Where do you think they're going?" Phoebe rudely asked Clark like he was some sort of servant. Cark pursed his lips before standing up, "Enjoy your meal" he said then left for his room.

Since Skylar wasn't coming to work, he had free time on his hands. While he was thinking of what to do with his time, his phone buzzed in his trouser pocket. He was thrown into wonderment when he saw the caller was Pauline. It's been almost a month since they last spoke, and seeing her call was a bit surprising.

"Hey" Pauline replied with a solemn tone. Anyone could tell something was bothering her.

"Anything wrong?" Clark asked a little worried.

"Let's do coffee instead," Clark said. Her saying she wants to drink by this time of the day meant something was wrong.

"Sure, I'll text you the address." And the call ended.

Psychiatrist