Gone off the Deep End

Angelia smiled, a cold, smug smile. ‘What I did? I helped patch you up at Captain Santana’s request. I gave you pain meds. Without me, you’d be screaming in pain right now.’ She added with a taunt, ‘As for anything else you claim I did….Well, you don’t have evidence, do you?’ Simon’s face contorted with frustration as he realised the truth of Angelia’s words. He had been played, manipulated from the very beginning. He was sure she was the one who placed the phial on his desk, but no one saw it. She was the one who kept saying love was worth fighting for and encouraged him to go for it, knowing full well that Callie was already married. She was the one who told him where Callie would be last night, but no one else heard it. Angelia leaned in closer. ‘You see, Simon,’ she purred, her voice dripping with malice. ‘You’re in no position to threaten anyone.’ Simon’s face flushed with humiliation, his rage impotent in the face of Angelia’s calculated manipulation. ‘Bitch!’ ‘Save your theatric