Zoe did not want to hear them anymore.

The sounds of Avery and Elliot in the throes of passion mocked her. They seemed to say, 'So what if you're Elliot's girlfriend? He'll always love Avery no matter what!'

She sat on the sofa. She felt a part of her had died today. Her body ran cold and she turned stiff.

At 2 a.m. in the morning, the door to the bedroom finally swung open. Avery dragged herself out of the room. She froze when she saw Zoe.

"Miss Tate, how did my boyfriend fare?" Zoe's voice trembled as she glared at Avery. "Miss Tate, I can't believe that you were able to make your move on him in the twenty minutes that I was gone. You knew that he was drunk, and yet, you seduced him! Oh, you're cheap!"

Avery tried to explain herself, but nothing made sense.

She could not believe that the situation would turn out like that. It was ironic.

"I'm so sorry," Avery said. "What's the use of saying sorry?" Zoe felt a stream of tears run down the corner of her eyes. "At least, I only