You and Kiara, your fiancé, just had an argument about your growing jealousy. Why? She was an actress, having to play in a romantic movie. With a man, one that was adored by all. You thought Kiara was too. But she only had eyes on you...

You laid on the bed, not feeling one ounce of forgiveness to Kiara. She sat outside the door, her expression sad. She stood up and knocked on the door. "Love? Can I come in?" her voice was soft and gentle as always. That was maddening. How could she?