Goodbye, My Love

“Hal You’re so naive! The fact that Marco didn’t confide in you about this clearly shows you don’t mean much to him. Now, Let me prove that

I’m not making this up. He’s right here.” Keely, swelling with self-satisfaction, bellowed, “Marco!”

Her voice echoed through the desolate cemetery, but there was no response. Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

Suddenly flustered, Keely shrieked, “Marco, help! Come and help me!”

Loraine watched Keely, puzzled at her erratic behavior, wondering what antics the unhinged woman was up to next.

While Loraine had no interest in Keely’s theatrical display, she couldn’t shake off her anxiety. She kept scanning the surroundings nervously, dreading that Marco might appear at any moment.

Despite Keely’s continuous cries for help, no one came to her aid.

Loraine felt a wave of relief wash over her. She considered Keely a loose cannon, prone to concocting stories anywhere, anytime. She decided not to buy into Keely’s tales.

Unexpectedly, a tall figure appeared in the rain.

“Keely, haven’t you caused enough drama?” the man asked with a furrowed brow.

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

His words died away as he noticed Loraine’s presence under the gazebo.

Unable to suppress a sardonic smile, Loraine questioned, “Marco, didn’t you claim to be at the office? How did you end up here?”

Di inted With Hi

Marco found himself at a loss for words.

Unsure how to respond to Loraine, his mind went blank. He had imagined confessing to her after all things were put in place, yet he hadn’t anticipated stumbling upon her here.

Despite his best efforts to clarify, his explanations seemed nothing more than fabricated lies.

Noticing Marco’s silence and implicit confirmation, Loraine’s disappointment deepened.

It turned out that… Marco had indeed come here with Keely, deceiving her in the process.

With a blank expression, Loraine shifted her gaze from Keely to Marco.

“Mr. Bryant’s affection for Miss Haywood is clear. I’ll take my leave so as not to intrude on your time together.”

With that, she pivoted to exit the gazebo.

In response, Marco, almost instinctively, reached out and held her hand, speaking with an earnest voice. “The rain is pouring down. It’s safer for you to wait here until it subsides.”

A bitter laugh escaped Loraine’s lips. She forcefully shook off his hand, her words as chilly as the rain outside, “Mr. Bryant, respect my personal space. Stop being so clingy. We’re divorced. Now we only share a business relationship.”