Fixing his Mess

"What?" I exclaimed, my brows furrowing as I locked eyes with him.

"Seriously?!" I added, disbelief evident in my voice.

"You know how I can love a man despite his flaws," I explained to him.

"But why did you leave me before? Don't you love me even a little bit?" he questioned, his gaze fixed on mine.

"You know I endured all the mistreatment from you before I finally gave up," I reminded him of all the pain he had caused me.

"Elijah never treated me that way, so he deserves my love more. You don't have the right to dictate what I should or shouldn't do," I asserted.

Leaving him standing there, I hurriedly made my way to the room to retrieve my bank card. The damages caused by Elijah needed to be settled, and I wanted to do everything I could for my fiancé, who had always been understanding and protective towards me. He was my rock, my shield, and my armor.

As I entered the room, I noticed Marco peacefully sleeping. Unable to resist, I leaned in and planted a gentle kiss on his forehea