Goodbye, My Love

“Marco, am I disturbing you?”

Loraine unleashed her hostility. “Yes, obviously.”

The color drained from Keely’s face.

“I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry.

I’ll leave right away.”

As Keely spoke, she moved as though she were about to leave.

Frowning, Marco looked at Loraine and said, “Keely is our guest,

Loraine. Watch your attitude.”

Standing alone at the door, Loraine felt humiliated, as though she was stripped naked.

Legally, she was his wife, but she hadn’t received any respect from

Marco or the Bryant family for the past three years. ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

Marco was always busy with work and seldom came home, and even when he did come home, he never slept in the same room as Loraine.

Now Loraine was being told not to be angry about seeing another woman in Marco’s room. What the hell was going on?

ALL of her efforts, patience and expectations over the past three years had become nothing but a joke.

Loraine looked into Marco’s eyes. “What about me?” she asked, her voice heavy with disappointment.

“Don’t complicate things,” Marco replied impatiently. “Keely is recovering and needs rest. Which do you want, money or a gift? I’ll make it up to you.”

Loraine watched as Keely’s eyes shone smugly. Before she knew it, she lost her temper.

“Marco, how do you not understand that it’s never your money I want?”

Loraine then spun around and left, dejected.

Marco watched her leave, pinching the bridge of his nose between his eyebrows.

“What is wrong with her today?”

Keely blinked and said gently, “She should be angry with me. I’LL go apologize to her.”

Loraine walked back into her room, changed out of her nightgown, and lay on the bed.