“Jasmine,” Andrew said, “I know that you don’t actually love me. In your eyes, I am just a stepping stone, but, like the old Monkey’s song says: “I I I I I’m not your stepping stone!”
Before Jasmine could even think of a reply, Andrew hung up the phone on her.
Tears began to stream down her face as she slid down the wall and slumped down on the ground. She began to weep but, after a while, her cries turned into gales of maniacal laughter. Her career was ruined. She’d lost her dream of moving into a wealthy family had imploded overnight. When she’d first plotted to destroy Julie the outcome had seemed assured, but nothing had gone her way…
Linda opened the door to see whether Jasmine was in the house or not. When she saw that the house was a mess, she quickly entered and locked the door
