A bright sunny morning at Siloli mansion saw Tammy Flo strut purposefully into the kitchen. Since her marriage to ‘Badam’ Tammy Flo had been trying hard to assert her position in the household. She was a Simmington now (or so she thought, ‘Badam’ wasn’t who everyone thought he was) and Tammy Flo wanted everyone to treat her with the same respect that went with having the Simmington name. And that started with making sure the help knew she would be a force to be reckoned with.
Head cook Mrs Bummerson and head housekeeper Nannette saw Tammy Flo come in and casually walk around as if she were giving the room the once over with her stamp of approval. Both women then kept their heads down as they had heard how awful Tammy Flo had become since marrying into the Simmington family. 
Quick as a flash Tammy Flo shut down poor Mrs Bummerson. 
Mrs Bummerson said nothing and let Tammy Flo munch away at her muffins. And as she stuffed her face, in walked Texas. She liked to come and go through the kitchen entrance as it was the most direct access from her studio on the grounds of Siloli. As usual Texas had come her to mooch but the sight of Tammy Flo dressed up in riding gear and stuffing her face full of muffin was almost too much to let slide without comment. 
The old expression was obviously lost on this simple girl that Texas already had lot of disdain for never mind the fact that she had eloped with her long lost ‘son’ Badam. This was something Texas had yet to address with Tammy Flo even though she was seething at the thought of it. 
With her order place, Texas strolled around the table picking at some grapes from the fruit dish. Tammy Flo sensed the hostility from the woman and decided to provoke her even further because why not? She got a kick out tormenting this snooty nosed woman. 
Texas force a very quick fake smile and replied with as much sarcasm as she could. 
It was obvious, even to Tammy Flo, that this news was horrific for Texas to comprehend and Tammy Flo revelled in seeing her obvious disgust.
Seeing the horror on Texas’s face was enough for Tammy Flo to declare this verbal smackdown a win for her. She left with a smirk on her face leaving Texas flabbergasted. She contemplated a future with this trashy niece of Brystle’s as her daughter-in-law and promptly decided there was no way in hell she would allow it to continue. Quickly an evil plan formulated in her calculating mind… 
Upstairs in the mansion, Heathen was convalescing in his room when Brystle knocked on his door. 
It pained Brystle seeing Heathen hurting so much. He’d been the only true friend to her from the moment she arrived at Siloli. He had been through a lot following the death of his husband Fred and the pain of losing him had almost cost Heathen his life when he had fallen drunkenly into the swimming pool. And he was getting no more peace in his sleep as his dreams were evidence of him reliving Fred’s death over and over again as he had fallen to his death down a flight of stairs at the opera house last year.
Brystle took a seat beside Heathen on the bed and gently held his hand in hers as she spoke to him. 
Whilst Heathen and Brystle talked, Texas was making her way up the stairs of Siloli, intending on visiting Heathen in his room…
Back in the room Brystle hugged a distraught Heathen. 
Seeing her distraught son being comforted by the woman she loathed, and the aunt of that trashy little tramp Tammy Flo, was too much for Texas. She sternly interrupted the tender scene being played out in front of her. 
Heathen slowly sunk back down on his bed as Brystle looked over at Texas and saw that she meant business. Rather than cause a scene in the room, Brystle obliged the request. 
Once they were out of earshot in the corridor, a fuming Texas launched herself at Brystle. 
Brystle decided not to rise to Texas’s anger. Instead she smiled back at her rival rather sickly sweetly. 
Sensing that she would not get a rise out of Brystle this way, Texas changed tactics and went for the jugular. And it worked… 
Feeling like she had just wounded a kitten, Texas went in for the kill. 
Texas finished off by slamming the door shut behind her as she sashayed into Heathen’s room leaving a fearful Brystle full of doubt and worry…
Across town, the Simmington private jet had landed at a private airstrip. Onboard was WindenburgSimmington lawyer Andre Wayward. He had returned from Shang Simla along with the newly released from prison Mayhew Drysdale, former employee of Burke’s company.
The previous year, Burke had sent Mayhew overseas to oversee the expansion of WindenburgSimmington in the Simlinese market. It was also a ploy to keep Mayhew away from Burke’s wife Brystle as at the time he didn’t trust the man around his wife knowing that they had had an affair with one another prior to Burke marrying Brystle. Whilst Mayhew was stationed overseas he became the victim in the power struggle between Cyril Dolby and Burke with Cyril falsely setting up Mayhew as a spy thus ending an important billion Simoleon contract for Burke with the Simlinese government and Mayhew locked up in prison.
But after new evidence was presented to Burke that it was a set up, Burke threatened Cyril with exposure and ordered Mayhew to be released and his contract restored. And so with trepidation, Burke waited outside the aircraft hanger as Mayhew and Andre walked down the steps off the jet. 
Hearing this hit home to Burke just how hard it must be for Mayhew. Whilst he wasn’t directly responsible for him being locked up Burke did send him to Shang Simla as a means of getting him out of Brystle’s life. For that he did feel a sense of remorse that Mayhew had been caught up in Cyril’s vendetta. 
As he went to shake his hand, Burke noticed the cuts and scrapes on Mayhew’s knuckles. Coupled with the scars on his face it was obvious he’d endured a lot of violence whilst in the prison. Mayhew however declined the handshake. 
Burke nodded quickly in acceptance and in silence they began to walk towards the waiting limo. 
Mayhew wasn’t so sure on that. The last he’d seen of his wife she had called an end to their marriage. How would she react seeing him again? And the fact that they were now going to be under the same roof as Brystle, the woman who Mayhew once loved…and perhaps still did….
The journey back to Siloli was an awkward silent one between the 2 men. Burke asked a few questions of Mayhew but his one syllable responses made Burke realise that there wasn’t much point in discussing civilities with him. Mayhew obviously, and understandably, held a massive grudge against Burke. Perhaps he would see things differently in a few days.
Once they arrived at the mansion they were greeted by Brystle in the hallway. 
There passed a momentary pause between the 2 former lovers , almost as if they had more to say to one another but couldn’t in the presence of Burke. A fact that he himself did not let go unnoticed. 
Burke clapped his hands together and moved the conversation on in an effort to break the silence. Upstairs, Malaudia was making her way down to face the husband who she hadn’t seen in a year. 
Seeing his wife again was an emotional moment for Mayhew and he struggled to hold back the tears. There was so much he wanted to say to her but would she allow him the chance?
Malaudia slowly walked up to her husband looking deeply into his eyes as she did so. It seemed unreal having him here in front of her after everything that had happened. She slowly reached out and stroked his scarred cheek. 
This was a bittersweet moment for Brystle seeing her former lover reunite with his wife. Above all she was happy to see them together after everything they’d both been through. But the chemistry she and Mayhew had felt was still there and he longingly looked at her as he held his wife. 
At which point Burke decided to take Brystle away from this intimate reunion. 
But Burke wasn’t so sure Brystle meant what she said. He gave her a quick glance then went into his study. Brystle paused before entering and looked around at the reunited couple. Seeing Mayhew again was causing a lot of mixed emotions for her…ones she shouldn’t be feeling. With a sigh Brystle joined her husband in his study and closed the door behind her. 
Meanwhile Malaudia and Mayhew kissed passionately in the hall way as they were reunited. 
With that, Mayhew fell to his knees and sobbed. 
Mayhew’s tears continued as Malaudia held him close to her. The Drysdale’s were reunited through their grief and loss for their daughter. But would this be enough for them to reconcile for good???
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