It turns out that all of it was a lie. The love he claimed to have for me? Fake. Even deep love can be nothing more than an act.
In the study, the two of them were entangled, oblivious to everything around them.
My heart felt like it was being shredded into pieces. The pain was unbearable, so intense that I could hardly breathe.
I don’t even know how I made it back to the bedroom.
It was almost over.
Just a little longer.
I would leave him soon.
And from that moment on, everything about him would cease to matter to me.
The next morning, the smell of breakfast wafted through the house.
Marcus had gotten up early to make breakfast.
"Baby caught a cold last night..." Vivian’s voice was raspy, like she had been crying for hours.
I stopped at the corner of the stairs. "Baby? Who’s Baby?"
Both of them turned to look at me.
Marcus was quick to recover, his voice steady. "No, it’s just a nickname for children. Vivian was talking about her best friend."
He hurried over, pulling out a stool for me with a forced cheerfulness. "Good girl, I made your favorite steamed buns today. Try it."