“Lemme guess? You’d thought he was talking to you? Oh sorry darling, that’s a messed up thought,” Hazel smiled and walked past her.

“Here’s a word of encouragement, don’t wait on him. He’s taken,” she rubbed salt to her wound and went back to her seat.

“Witch!”

“Yeah I am a witch. And what are you? Just a nurse. Tch you disgust me,” she sneered at the nurse again.

On one side, the man she’s obsessed with, is being lovey dovey with his so called wife who’s a surrogate. One the other hand, to crown the madness, his sister is being a maniac and adding salt to her wound. Just...