QUEEN'S grip tightened on the steering wheel as she sat parked outside Oswald's estate. The streetlights cast a pale glow over her car, but inside, her mind was a raging storm. Her heart pounded, her jaw clenched.

This wasn't just some passing thought anymore, Oswald had outrightly rejected her. Not an assumption. Not an excuse. A clear rejection, and she knew why.

Someone else was in his bedroom, and whoever she was, satisfied his sexual urges.

The very thought of it burned through her like fire. Oswald was a man women threw themselves at, and yet, he had turned her down? It didn't make sense. Unless... someone else had already...