Love and hate are endless

It was the third year of my marriage to my arch-nemesis, Leo Maxwell, when a new intern accidentally spilled water all over our marriage certificate on his desk.

Panicked, I rushed to the County Clerk’s Office to get a replacement.

But the staff told me the certificate was fake.

I went back to the office, ready to confront Leo.

That’s when I saw him, pinning the intern, Felicity Reed, against the door for a passionate kiss.

“We’ve been fighting for five years, but I’ve been secretly in love with you for ten,” he whispered to her.