Goodbye, My Love

The blanket, even when folded, seemed slightly large, reaching the sides of her thighs, effectively shielding her from the wind. Standing before her, Marco was a human windbreak. Suddenly, Loraine didn’t feel cold anymore.

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Looking up, she met Marco’s gentle gaze. The handsome man tenderly smoothed her hair away from her temples, his fingertips lingering on her face. His touch was light, unimposing.

Loraine’s gaze wavered, her heart pounding as she looked away.

Angela’s Library

His caretaking had felt practiced, as though he had rehearsed it privately many times. Uncomfortable, Loraine found herself voicing her curiosity.

“Where did you learn all this? You were once a workaholic, oblivious to life. How have you become so adept at caretaking?”

Marco met her question with a gentle, straightforward look. “Loraine, I know I was a terrible husband to you and our family. I wasn’t worthy of you.”

His confession stunned Loraine. She knew Marco had been working to mend their relationship, but she hadn’t anticipated his admission of past failures.

In her eyes, Marco, with his strong ego, would always be stubborn and reluctant to admit his mistakes.

But Marco continued, “That’s why I’m striving to learn how to be a good husband, until you can accept me again.”

This was his resolution, born of much reflection. For Loraine, he’d change, clumsily and cautiously striving to do better. Despite his flaws, he was determined to make amends.

Loraine’s gaze flickered, her mouth opening to say something.

“You…

Who asked you about this?”

She wanted to retort that she didn’t care if he was a good husband or not, but she was too flustered to complete her sentence.

Seeing her embarrassment, Marco released her hand with a smile, whispering, “Go on in. Your uncle has been waiting for you.”

She turned to hurry back and found Rowan and Wesley standing at the door, their faces bearing significant expressions.

She had no idea how long they’d been there, but it was clear they hadn’t just arrived.

Loraine froze, wishing for a hole to appear and swallow her up.

Action

Marco remained stationary, watching as Rowan and Wesley escorted

Loraine inside. He had no plans to depart immediately.

Rowan and Wesley, whom he’d misconstrued as love rivals, appraised him silently. Rowan’s face was grave, while Wesley’s gaze held a challenge.