When There Is Nothing Left But Love

However, there wasn’t talk of any romantic liaisons between Marcus and “Scarlett”. I supposed it was because “Scarlett” was married to Ashton.

From an onlooker’s perspective, I thought there was something more to the situation.

I clicked on one of the articles. In it, I saw a photo of the late “Scarlett”.

The similarities in our appearance were uncanny. We looked almost identical other than her healthier glow and stronger-looking physique.

Absorbed in my sleuthing, I didn’t notice that Marcus’ meeting had ended. He entered the office and commented, “What are you looking at? You look like you’re in a trance.”

He stopped right in front of me, lowering his gaze to the phone in my hand. When he saw the contents of my browser, he laughed carelessly. He walked to his desk and asked, “Did you think you were the same person?”

His words unraveled my suspicions.

I left my seat and took a chair opposite him. “Don’t you think we look very alike?” I enlarged the image before passing him my phone.

Six years could change a person’s appearance, but there were embedded characteristics that time could never remove.

chair. He appraised my face

made up flamboyant excuses, I could have argued with him

my suspicions at the

image of “Scarlett”, that was where our similarities ended. That’s

myself as I stared into his eyes. I

why is he

off work.

the questions in my head, Marcus stood up

picked up my phone and followed his

struck with a thought. When I’m with Marcus, I accept all of his decisions unquestioningly. If he wants to change the topic of our

vehicle suddenly shot out from nowhere, blocking his path. Marcus

honked at the vehicle several times instead of confronting

like the driver wasn’t going to apologize or move his car. Resigned,

the

and puzzling behavior. He didn’t want to waste time pursuing the driver whose car had already disappeared around the corner, so he merely came back into his