"You sold our sexy conversations to the BBC!" Paul yelled, running his hands through his hair. You and Paul, your fiancée, were arguing after he found out what you did. He looked up at you with angry and hurt eyes.

"Everybody said you used me, but I was just too blind to see." Paul declared, standing up. He walked closer to you, pointing a finger at you and poking you in the chest. Paul loved you, he really did, but you had betrayed him. How could he marry someone who betrayed his trust?