Trapped In Lace

At that time, Lea didn't have any relationship with anyone.

The man she had been with was gentle and kind. Although they were in love, they weren't as intimate with each other as they could've been. In fact, the most contact they had with each other was when they held each other's hand.

That was Lea's first love. The inexperienced girl couldn't help but think to herself on how to take their relationship to the next level.

Before she could, his so-called girlfriend showed up.

Until now, Lea couldn't find it in herself to think of that torturous memory. It would forever sit in the back of her closet, and she would never find it in herself to look into it ever again.

How was she supposed to know that she would see them again many years later?

The young and handsome teacher didn't change.

The one next to him was also no stranger to Lea. She was the one who stomped into the painting class and smashed all her canvases. Not only that, but she also called her a slut.

It really was a small world.

Lea stood beside Henry, hearing him call them "Aunt" and "Uncle."

It felt as if her entire world had frozen over.

The couple also recognized Lea. The man's eyes widened in surprise, but that was it.

The woman was also shocked in seeing her.

In all honestly, Lea wasn't the third party in their relationship. In fact, Alice was just another one of Greg

hoto to him. "I found this."

He took it from her. "Where did you find this?"

"Some envelope." She shrugged.

"It's an old pictures of your parents." He sighed. "It's been so many years."

Rachel wiped the stray tears that trailed down her cheeks and avoided his gaze.

Jonathan winced, regretting that he brought it up.

"I have some more photos of your parents if you want to see them," he offered.

Her face brightened. "Really?"

"Why would I lie to you?" He smiled.

Jack had returned home at dusk. Evening glow settled around the skies as he walked down the pavement.

Rachel was pulling the hose from the left side of the garden to the right. Just as she was half way through, the hose pulled back.

When she tried pulling it again a few more times, it still wouldn't budge. It seemed that something must be blocking it at the other end. When she turned around, she saw the man around the corner. He was smiling mischievously.

She paused and turned around. Seeing that she didn't seem to notice him, he frowned.

Just as he took a few steps forward, Rachel turned around. She had already turned the hose on and directed the flow of water at him. His face was drenched as her laughter echoed across the garden.

The two entered the room in a mess. Tracy stared at them in astonishment. "Where have you been? Why are you wet? Are you both out of your minds?"