knew that now, the cool wind blew across his face as he ran along the path he could hear the rustling the green leaves, he heard a quick rustle in the bushes and stopped to check what it was; he lean

now was only hurt and hatred towards Shirley, towards women and he swore in his heart there and then to never love again, he would only immerse himself in his solitude embalmed with the hurt of love's betrayal; but wait, does he still feel something for her? could it be he still loved Shirley? never, the thin line between love and hate has been broken and every fiber of his being feels nothing but hate and loathing for her. Mj was so immersed in his thought he did not notice he had gotten to Willow Brooke, the magical rushing sound of the stream brought him back to reality, he stood silently admiring natures creation, he inhaled deeply taking in the fresh breeze from the trees and flowers and though how different the air here is from that of the city polluted with toxic flaring and exhaust smoke from cars; '' this is beautiful'' he thought out loud. Mj felt a sense of peace and warmth in this place and decided to sit on the bench by the stream to take in more of this beautiful scenery, he had left his multibillion empire behind to get away from his failed marriage and he knew now that it was worth it. Mj was not bothered he knew his companies were in safe hands in the charge of his trusted assistant Raymond. Raymond had left him several messages and emails notifying him of every happening in his companies, he trusted Raymond: they had built a relati

down and brought out the novel she had been reading for the past one week. As Laura sat on the bench, she noticed the stranger had forgotten his keys, "he would have to run back to get these" she said and just as she said it there, he was, standing Infront of her he reached out to take the keys from her without uttering a word and left. "How rude, she shouted after the retreating figure, what is his problem acting so gru