Chapter 1081
Marcusâ silence pretty much screamed that he was hiding something from her.
Comelia continued, âJeremy, if you genuinely care about me, if you truly see me as your wife and want to share a lifetime with me, then I hope that no matter when or what happens, youâll let me in. We share the burden together. You canât keep me in the darkâ
To Comelia, being his wife meant standing by his side through thick and thin, not just the good times.
Marcus suddenly blurted out. âWhat if Brennenâs right? What if Marcus is Marcus and Jeremyâs Jeremy?â
Comelia was startled, âWhat are you babbling about?â
Marcus chuckled and tousled her hair, Tm just saying, if Brennenâs right, what would you do?â
Comelia responded firmly. âThereâs no âif! Marcus is Jeremy and Jeremy is Marcus. Thatâs a fact. Donât ever bring this up again!â
Marcus said, âI was just teasing you. Didnât know youâd take it seriously.â
Comelia sternly said, âIs this something to joke about?â
Marcus said, âAlright, I wonât joke about it again. Letâs head home now.â
Comelia peered back into the courtyard, still feeling uneasy. âWhat about Skyler? In Zavierâs current state of madness, Iâm afraid he wouldnât even spare Skylerâs corpse Shouldnât we arrange a funeral for Skyler?â
Marcus said, âSkyler was your friend, and we owe it to her to help. But there are things that we canât do. Iâve already notified her parents. They should be on their way.â
Just then, Comeliaâs phone buzzed, signaling a new email.
Comeliaâs inbox was primarily for work, so any incoming email was usually crucial. Wherever, whenever, she would check it immediately. She hurriedly fished out âher phone and opened her email app, only to find the new message was from Skyler.
It was a long letter that read: [Cornelia, by the time you read this, Iâll probably be long gone. I havenât really done anything good or bad in my life, so I reckon Iâm headed for heaven. If itâs heaven, itâs got to be better than here. So, donât mourn for me, alright?
Once upon a time, I was in love with Zavier. He was young and full of life, a magnet for the ladies. And I was lucky. I didnât have to chase him like the others. I had a front row seat because our families had arranged our marriage. I was his fiancée. Back then, like many young girls, I was too shy to confess my feelings. I would steal glances at him, write about him in my diary. I wrote in my diary every day, recording what he did, who he met, who he talked to. Every little thing about him seemed important. I documented it all.
I wasnât sure if he liked me back then, but I thought it didnât matter. Because I believed that one day he would marry me. But I later realized that him liking me mattered a lot. I remember once when I was writing in my diary, he barged into my room and snatched it from my hands.]
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