Back at his factory, Frank felt empowered knowing he'd be able to see Carla around the street now the trial wasn't hanging over him. He knew she'd never take him back but just seeing her out finding excuses to talk to her and rub her face in the fact he was a free man for now would be enough. In his head he'd fantasized about how somehow they could put everything behind them, he'd won her last time by being the hero, saving underworld and being a shoulder to cry on after her mom died, maybe he could be that again. He just needed to find the right situation and turn it to his advantage, show her that he wasn't a monster after all. Part of him still wanted to punish her though, for causing this whole mess, for calling off the wedding, cheating with that useless waste of space Peter Barlow, for slandering his name and ultimately causing his father's death. She'd definitely caused her fair share of pain, she'd made her mistakes he'd made his, so if anything they were almost even.

He sat and stared blankly at his computer, he should be replying to clients emails right now but he couldn't resist going back to the file he could never bring himself to delete. Photos of him and Carla in Italy, they were happy then he was sure of it. She couldn't have been lying the whole time, it hurt him to think the that while they were together she was wishing she was with someone else. He zoomed in closer, analysing her expressions and body language for any signs of doubt or betrayal. He couldn't see anything apart from how beautiful he looked, maybe it was harsh but Sally didn't compare in that department. She was so mumsy not Frank's type, his mom was right when she'd mentioned that but maybe that's what he needed. Someone less high- maintenance. Frank continued scrolling through the images until he found his favourite only to be interrupted by Sally, clearly agitated.

"Frank, you won't believe his! I've just got off the phone with Mr Simons and he refuses to... Sally stopped mid sentence. Stunned to see a close up of Carla and Frank laughing and walking hand in hand on Screen.

"What do you want Sally!" Frank replied raising his voice trying to hide his shock and irritation slamming the laptop shut. Sally had no clue of how he still replayed events of that night over in his head,he still thought about Carla more than ever and as much as he hated her deep down he hadn't gotten over her yet and he hated the fact she still had that hold on him. Sally didn't need to know about that.

Sally didn't know if it was best to mention what she saw on screen or just leave it, it was obvious she'd seen it but he was clearly annoyed. She couldn't help but wonder why he was looking at those photographs, surely not reminiscing about the past, she couldn't believe he still loved Carla after everything she'd done to him. All the evil lies. Carla had given a pretty convincing testimony in court, Sally even felt uncomfortable watching her, she had to remind herself it was all just acting on Carla's part. Despite Sally's temptation to ignore it she thought she should casually ask him rather than make an issue of it later.

"Frank, I don't mean to pry..."

" Well then don't!" he interjected coldly.

"I'm sorry I just..

" Look, I was going through a few things, deleting old files. Something I'd feel more comfortable doing in private if you don't mind."

"Of course.." Sally retreated out of his office carefully closing the door behind her.