Love Began with the First Meeting

"Becky, Mark's just a kid!" he spat through his gritted teeth. His hands were still clenched so much that they were already turning white as if he was going to break his hands any minute now. His face was twisted in anger. "He's just a kid!" he bellowed.

Becky was surprised at the mention of Mark—until she realized what was going on. She wasn't scared anymore—she was just angry now. What does he have to do with me?" she demanded.

"Hmph!" Eric snorted. "Becky, can you really tell me honestly that you have nothing to do with what happened to Mark today?"

Becky lost it. Eric had some nerve to come here and accuse her. She could finally breathe now that her secret was still safe. She pushed him hard and glared at him, "Eric, don't you ever come here to talk about Addison again!" she snapped. "Did you just really come here to rub it in? You and Brian, both of you! You two treated me like a princess when you loved me. And you two both just stood up and left. So now you think you can just come in here and say whatever you want to me?"

However, to Eric's eyes, Becky was just being a really good actress and was just using her anger to cover up what she'd done.

"Becky, I really didn't think you'd stoop this low. I didn't think you were that evil." Eric's eyes were filled with disappointment. Even though he pursued Becky before, he never really loved her—he just did that to compete with Brian. Nonetheless, they grew up together and that meant something to him. She used to be such a lovely girl—proud and stubborn but lovely still. How had she turned into the woman that she was now?

Becky was furious. Eric's cold eyes just made her even more angry. She shouted, "Eric, I don't care what you think of me! But has either of you ever even thought about me while you were all caught up with that bitch Molly?" She pushed him again but Eric was too strong for her. She scowled at him and continued, "Molly's a bitch! Her mom was a bitch too! Stealing husbands from every woman she knew! Now that's what Molly does too! She's nothing but a-"

Slap!

The slap was so hard that her head tilted; Becky could taste the blood in her mouth; her face was burning. She didn't move. She was feeling the bloody taste in her mouth which made her want to gag and the stinging pain on

a sudden. Becky looked at the blurry shadow on the floor for a while. Then she narrowed her eyes slightly, during which aversion flashed across her beautiful eyes. She turned her head slowly and looked at Eric resentfully. No one had ever laid a finger on her throughout her whole life. And just now, Eric had slapped her across

but anger in Becky's eyes. She was astonished that Eric had hit her and what made it even worse was that it was because of Molly. 'Wow, Eric, so this is just what I am to you now. So what am I waiting for? Why should I still care about all those years together? Remember, you made me! You did this to me!' she thought.

That night, Becky swore that she would make all of them pay for what they made her

the anger that was in Becky's eyes. Instead, he just said coolly, "You better! Don't you ever bring Molly into this again or I'm afraid I'm going to have Rory deported out of Dragon Island." His eyes grew darker. "I'm going to ask you

She was fuming—her chest was heaving with anger, breathing in and out as her silk nightgown danced along with it. She raised her voice and spat, "I don't give a crap about whatever it is you're asking me about but don't you ever mention that bitch ever to me again and don't even think about

hand again but Becky was able to block it with her arm. Her wrist was starting to redden as she blocked Eric's hand. "How dare

you a chance and if I find out tomorrow that it really was you, I'm going to

smile appeared on his face. He turned his head back a little, looked at Becky, and spoke slowly, "It's funny, Becky, you hate Molly so much but you seem to have forgotten that your eyes are hers. I think you're pretty happy being able to see right now. So why don't you remember who gave you that privilege back. Without Molly, you would

eyes were mocking her—the sneer on his face just getting wider. Then he turned around and left without so much as a pause, slamming the