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.

on his office chair. He appraised my face seriously for a few seconds before he said,

I could have argued with him over the topic. His straightforward

my suspicions

basically implying that while I was the spitting image of “Scarlett”, that was where our similarities

into his eyes. I

to “Scarlett”, why is he engaged

on, I’m getting off work. Let’s

questions in my head, Marcus stood up and began herding me to the

my phone and followed

all of his decisions unquestioningly.

vehicle suddenly shot out from nowhere, blocking his path.

vehicle several times instead of confronting

couple of minutes later, it seemed like the driver wasn’t going to apologize or move his car. Resigned, Marcus unbuckled his

knocked on the driver’s

help but frown at the driver’s rude and puzzling behavior. He didn’t want to waste time pursuing the driver whose