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Novel Catalog
Chapter 2
“Marco, am I disturbing you?” Loraine’s voice was laced with barely contained hostility.
“Yes, obviously,” Marco responded coldly.
The color drained from Keely’s face.
“I’m sorry,” she stammered, her voice softening. “Please don’t be angry. I’ll leave right away.”
As she spoke, Keely took a step back, as though ready to retreat.
Marco’s gaze shifted from Loraine to Keely, his expression unreadable. “Keely is our guest, Loraine,” he said, his voice firm. “Watch your attitude.”
Loraine stood alone at the door, the sting of humiliation washing over her. It felt as though her dignity had been stripped away, leaving her exposed and vulnerable.
Legally, she was Marco’s wife, but for the past three years, she had been nothing more than a ghost in his life. He was always consumed by work, rarely home, and when he was, he never once shared a room with her.
Now, she was being chastised for reacting to finding another woman in his room. What was going on?
All the patience, effort, and hope she had invested into this marriage had amounted to nothing but a cruel joke.
Loraine met Marco’s gaze, her heart sinking with the weight of unspoken words. “What about me?” she asked quietly, the disappointment heavy in her tone.
Marco’s impatience was evident. “Don’t complicate things,” he said, his voice sharp. “Keely is recovering and needs rest. What do you want, money or a gift? I’ll make it up to you.”
Loraine’s eyes flicked to Keely, whose expression shimmered with smug satisfaction. That was the last straw.
“Marco, how do you not understand that it’s never your money I want?” she snapped, her voice trembling with frustration.
Without another word, she turned and left, the weight of dejection pulling her every step of the way.
Marco watched her retreat, his face contorting with mild irritation as he pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyebrows drawn in confusion. “What is wrong with her today?” he muttered under his breath.
Keely blinked, a soft and almost compassionate look crossing her face. “She should be angry with me. I’ll go apologize to her.”
Loraine walked back into her room, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. She changed out of her nightgown and crawled into bed, the sheets cold against her skin as she stared blankly at the ceiling.
