endless - discontinued

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A girl with black dyed hair, exited out of her house, onto the porch.

With a smile and hope filled eyes she kissed her husband who came back from work.

This girl finally found love after being used years before.

But this time was different.

Because this man showed her what love really this.

This girl is Bailey Harper.

Former girlfriend of Andrew.

Former toy of Andrew.

And like Eleanor, her past allowed her to open her eyes more and find the people who truly cared.

She is still a fashion artist and even started up a clothing line.

A few minutes later, Bailey and her husband Jack finished their dinner and Jack held her hand.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Jack spoke.

"Eleanor and Andrew need to know the truth," Bailey mumbled, reassuring him that she was fine.

"And after a little digging and talking from his own pathetic private investigator, I finally found the truth."

Jack smiled at her and she smiled back.

Bailey went off to get her coat and grabbed the keys to her car.

"Good luck, be safe," Jack shouted as he did the dishes.

She quickly ran over and kissed him and drove off.

* * *

"What do you mean you found nothing!" Andrew screamed at his private investigator.

"Sir, all I know of this picture is the same thing you do, if it was fake, the person hid it too well and if it's real, then the person certainly made us think."

Andrew glared at the man.

"You're fired!"

"B-But sir-" The Private investigators face paled.

"Out!"

And the tall thin man ran out the door, mumbling "He's gonna kill me."

Andrew shouted and and ruffled his hair.

He continued his rage until he finally calmed down.

Andrew sat on his seat, still frustrated.

A knock interrupted him.

"Come in."

His secretary entered, frightened to say the least.

"I- Uh Sir, a lady, under the name of Bailey Harper would like to talk to you," The secretary squeaked.

Andrew stiffened at the name, not hearing it in a while.

"Bring her in," He coughed.

She nodded and quickly ran off.

Then, a short black haired girl entered the room.

"Andrew."

"Bailey."

"How are you doing?"Andrew asked.

She sat down in front of his and placed a suitcase.

"Now's not the time for personal stuff Andrew, I have a much better life now, not that you need to know."

He crossed his arms amused.

"Anyways I'm here to tell you the truth."

He raised a brown and urged her to continue.

"About those photos, the split, and basically everything your backstabbing private investigator wouldn't tell you," She sighed, opening up the case.

"Backstabbing?"

"Well yes, your P.I works for a guy who hates you more than anyone, your P.I is a hired actor, assigned to gain info on you, everything on his resume is false and knows nothing about investigating other than the basics," Bailey spoke, staring at a file.

Andrew gaped at her.

"Anyways, about those photos."