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.

crossed his legs on his office chair. He appraised my face seriously for

have argued with him over the topic. His

denying my suspicions

was basically implying that while I was the spitting image of “Scarlett”, that was where our similarities ended. That’s why

I stared into his eyes. I recalled that Marcus had never mentioned his past to

he

I’m getting off work. Let’s

the questions in my head, Marcus stood up and began

picked up my phone and followed

his decisions unquestioningly. If he wants to change the

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

several times instead of confronting the reckless

going to apologize or move his car.

the driver’s window, the car zoomed

didn’t want to