"Dear Diary, for the first time in a while I just feel so lost. Duncan and I got through our first big fight today, but I still need to respond to Trent's attempt at getting me back to the public at some point and I don't even know what to do. I know I'm going to turn him down, but how am I going to turn him down where I won't get murdered in the press and fuck up Duncan's reputation too. He says he is with me no matter what the stupid press tries to do, but I know how ruthless- "

"Bing bing! Bing Bing!"

"What the hell…" I mumble to myself as I shut my diary and place it on the bed next to me. It is almost two in the morning who is trying to skype me right now. I swear to God if it is Trent, I'm going to throw this thing out of the window. I sigh and run my hands through my long black hair and put on my fluffy black robe and tie it around my waist since I am not wearing a bra. I open my laptop and I raise my eyebrow.

"This isn't Trent's username…" I mumble and look at the profile picture. "It's Ryan!" I click the green phone button, hoping and praying to anyone above that this isn't some kind of a trick. Thankfully, Ryan is the one who comes up. I gotta say, he honestly looks like Hell. The circles under his eyes show he probably has not slept in days; his eyes bloodshot from crying. Normally, he is clean shaven and well dressed, now sits with a five o'clock shadow and messy hair and a stained grey t-shirt.

"Tell me something, Gwenny." He takes a swig of a half empty royal crown liquor bottle. "How does it feel to win…" I groan and hit my head with my hand.

"Ryan, I didn't win anything. I didn't even know this was going to happen, nor did I even want all of this shit to happen! I'm happy without him. Where did all of this bullshit come from?" Ryan throws the bottle on the ground and I hear the sound of glass breaking.

"Didn't want this?! Ha! I found the damn letter you fucking wrote him! Basically, begging him to fucking come back and have your three babies that you always talked about!" My eyes widen.

"A letter?! I never sent a letter!"

"Ryan, I swear to God I never sent no damn letter. Ever since Duncan and I started dating I blocked him on everything…he moved on and so was I but then "Black Crow" happened and now it's just turned everything upside down…" Ryan looks down and looks back at me. Just staring.

"You mean to tell me you did not send him a letter saying getting with Duncan was a mistake and that you could not live with yourself if you didn't try one last time?" I put my right hand on my heart.

"I swear to God. Ryan, you know what I said in that hospital room was true. I know you're probably really drunk right now, but when I said I couldn't believe I let my self-worth be so dependent on him to the point losing him made me want to die is something I would never allow myself to happen again, and to make sure it didn't I would never go back to Trent. Plus, I couldn't hurt you like that when you saved my life. Without you, I would be dead. I basically was dead when you found me. That's why the cheating scandal never made the tabloids and I became the stalker ex-girlfriend even though all three of us knew that wasn't the truth." The anger in Ryan's face slowly starts to fade, and he gets up.

"Hold on, let me go get the letter…if I can walk that far…" Ryan gets up and stumbles a little as he makes his way off screen to another part of the room. I hear the rummaging of boxes and slowly but surely he makes his way back to the screen. He holds up the letter to the screen.

"If you didn't write this shit, then who did? For what reason if it really wasn't you?"

"Give me a minute to read…"

"Dear Trent, I am writing you tonight at this hour to let you know that I have made a grave mistake in letting you slip through my pasty fingers. I tried to keep this thing with Duncan alive, but there is nothing to it. He has made it known who his heart belongs to, and I know my heart is still in your hand. That night I broke up with you was a mistake, I want us to have our three children family I always wanted. Please find a way to make it known publicly you want me back. I will not accept any phone calls or texts as a response. I need this publicly, so I know your loyalty is to me and me alone. I hope to see a grand gesture from you soon. Love your Gwendolyn.

"He never really knew me did he…" I mumbled. "Ryan this is such a fake ass letter. Have you ever heard me refer to myself as Gwendolyn? The only person who ever calls me Gwendolyn is my mother, my brother when he wants to be annoying and- "My eyes widen.

"No….it couldn't be…" I feel the color drain from my face. The penmanship is of clean calligraphy like strokes. Perfect and beautiful. There is only one person with writing like this.

"What?" Ryan says seeing the look of pure horror that is plastered on me right now.

"I have to go get Duncan!" I jump up out of the chair and don't ever bother to put on shoes. I grab my key chain and open up his door.

"Duncan! Duncan!" I hear rustling and see him bolt out of his room holding a baseball bat. He is almost naked as he only has his boxers on.

"What?!" Duncan sees it is just me and puts his weapon of choice down.

"Fuck Gwen, you scared me." He raises his eyebrow. "If you want a conjugal visit so bad you don't need to break down the door you know." His smirk fades away when he sees the worry, I'm sure I'm exuding right now.

"What's wrong? Is it about the Trent thing again? Gwen, I told you we're gonna get through this and be ok."

"Duncan, you don't understand. I think this is going to go even deeper than just Trent changed his mind. Put some clothes on and come to my apartment, now."

"Okay, I'm coming." He disappears back into his bedroom and I sit on the couch.

"I seriously hope I am wrong…I need to be wrong or we are even more fucked than I thought."

Duncan comes back fully dressed in shorts and a t-shirt and he takes my hand.

"What do you need to show me?" I lead him to my bedroom where Ryan has now passed out on his keyboard.

"What on Earth?" Duncan with a confused look on his face. "Who is this guy?"

"It's Trent's ex fiancé." I say sitting down. "Ryan! Wake the fuck up!"

"You're a real nice person to wake up next to aren't you…" Ryan groans grabbing his head.

"This is important Ryan, show me that letter again."

"Letter?" Duncan asks kneeling next to my computer chair.

"Someone sent Trent a letter pretending to be me asking him to get back with me and make it into a public display…now you tell me. Do you recognize that writing style and that fancy signature at the bottom?" Duncan takes a moment to study the letter and his reaction was the exact same as mine.

"Oh hell no…" Duncan looks at me with worry in his eyes.

"I still don't get what the big fucking deal is here? Like I'm the one without a fiancé anymore because of this damn fake ass letter and you two seem like you have seen a ghost."

"It's worse than a ghost Ryan…" My jaw clenching, I make a fist."

"We're dealing with Courtney Banks." Duncan looks at Ryan.

"And this means…what exactly?" Ryan raises an eyebrow.

"This means there's going to be a war…" Duncan says grimly.