Chapter 8
Marco followed us outside, his footsteps heavy and determined. I could hear His labored breathing, the fury in his movements as he caught up to us. Before I could get into the car, he grabbed my arm and yanked me back, pulling me away from Lance.
“Isabelle, please. Don’t do this.” His voice, low and desperate, sent a shiver down my spine. I spun around to face him, his eyes wide and pleading, a sight I had never expected to see. Marco, the man who had always been in control, was now on the verge of breaking.
“Marco, let go,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was pounding
“Marco, let go,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, though my heart was pounding in my chest.
“Just listen to me!” Marco’s grip tightened on my arm, his eyes locking onto mirte. “I know I screwed up. I know I’ve hurt you. But we can fix this. I’ll do whatever it takes.”
For a fleeting second, pity washed over me. I could see the pain in his eyes, the regret etched on his face. This wasn‘ t the ruthless
Marco I had come to know; this was the man I had once loved, the man I thought I’d spend my life with. My resolve wavered for a moment as I remembered all the good times, the nights when it was just the two of us, before everything got tangled with lies and betrayal.
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But then, like a wave crashing over me, the memories of Audrey flooded back. Every single time Marco had chosen her over me, every excuse he’d made. Audrey was always there, his priority. He claimed she was like a sister to him, but it never felt that way. No matter how many times he tried to explain, it didn’t erase the image of them together, laughing, whispering, sharing something I was never a part of.
I remembered that night at the mansion, when I walked in on them in the kitchen, their bodies close, their laughter soft and intimate. I had stood there, feeling like an intruder in my own relationship, watching them as they shared a connection that was impossible to deny. Marco had turned to me, offering a flimsy excuse. but the damage was
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offering a flimsy excuse, but the damage was done. That moment had shattered something inside me, something that could never be repaired.
Now, as I stood here in the cold night, Marco’s hand still gripping my arm, I couldn’t ignore those memories. The betrayal was too deep, too raw.
I yanked my arm free from his grasp, my voice cold. “I can’t do this anymore, Marco. I can’t keep pretending that things will get better. You chose her–over and over again. I’m done being second place in your life.”
His face twisted in pain, his desperation growing more intense. “Isabelle, I never meant-”
“I don’t care what you meant,” I snapped,
Marco’s hand still gripping my arm, I couldn’t ignore those memories. The betrayal was too deep, too raw.
I yanked my arm free from his grasp, may voice cold. “I can’t do this anymore, Marco. I can’t keep pretending that things will get better. You chose her–over and over again. I’m done being second place in your life.‘
His face twisted in pain, his desperation growing more intense. “Isabelle, I never meant-”
“I don’t care what you meant,” I snapped, cutting him off. “Audrey was always there, and you always ran to her. You never chose me. And now, I’m choosing myself.”
Lance stepped forward, his presence a quiet but firm reminder that I didn’t have to face
this alone anymore Without a word. I turned
growing more intense. “Isabelle, I never meant-”
“I don’t care what you meant,” I snapped, cutting him off. “Audrey was always there, and you always ran to her. You never chose me. And now, I’m choosing myself.”
Lance stepped forward, his presence a quiet but firm reminder that I didn’t have to face this alone anymore. Without a word, I turned away from Marco and climbed into the car. My hands trembled as I gripped the seatbelt, securing it across my body.
Marco knelt down in the street, his voice barely above a whisper now, broken.
“Please, don’t leave me.”
I looked out the window, refusing to meet his eyes. “It’s too late, Marco.”
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securing it across my body.
Marco knelt down in the street, his voice barely above a whisper now, broken.
“Please, don’t leave me.”
I looked out the window, refusing to meet his eyes. “It’s too late, Marco.”
Lance started the engine, and I felt the car lurch forward as we pulled away. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a split second, I allowed myself to glance in the rearview
mirror. Marco was still there, kneeling in the street, watching as we disappeared into the night.
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