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.

his legs on his office chair. He appraised my face seriously for a few seconds before

made up flamboyant excuses, I could have argued with him over

my suspicions at the

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

into his eyes. I recalled that Marcus had never mentioned his

he engaged to a woman who looks exactly like

off work. Let’s go

my head, Marcus

up my phone and followed

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

began to drive, a black vehicle suddenly shot out from

honked at the vehicle several times

apologize or move his car.

knocked on the driver’s window, the car

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