Sorry, Marcus.
Iâve deceived you once more.
Iâve never loved you.
My heart has always belonged to someone else.
Consider our time together a transaction.
You got what you wanted, and so did I.
Forget about me.
Donât try to find me.
â
Marcus read the terse lines over and over.
A part of him wanted to confront Melissa, to demand answers.
He couldnât accept that her feelings were a facade.
Their closeness, their intimate moments â were they all a lie?
In a distracted motion, he unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt.
Just then, Sylvia entered.
âMr.
Fowler, the carâs ready downstairs.
Is Melissa back? Should we pack her things and go get her?â
Her words trailed off as she noticed the disarray.
Melissa was meticulous; something was amiss.
Seeing Marcusâ grim expression, Sylvia realized something was seriously wrong.
In a cold voice, Marcus commanded, âCancel th
e Duefron meeting indefinitely.
I need you to find Melissaâs location.
â
Sylvia stood there, taken aback.
Had there been a fallout? But they seemed so happy together recently.
Two hours later, at Warsew train station.
Melissa stood in the security check line, lost in thought.
The queue stretched endlessly before her, her gaze fixed on the ticket she held.
She stood there, anticipating someoneâs arrival.
Melissa was certain Marcus would find her before her train departure.
Suddenly, chaos broke out behind her.
She tensed, hypersensitive to her surroundings.
Amid the noise, she could almost discern Marcusâ breathing.
A familiar scent of wood enveloped her.
It was unmistakably his fragrance.