After some deliberation, Loraine feltpelled to send a message to


    Marco.


    “Where are you now?”


    On this rainy day, Marco stood in front of a tombstone, his face etched with a somber expression.


    Overwhelmed with sadness upon seeing the name engraved on the tombstone, Marco gently ced


    the bouquet of flowers he held onto the ground and bowed reverently before it.


    Marco had always struggled with expressing his emotions. Unable to find the right words to convey his


    feelings to Jorge’s tombstone, he chose to remain silent.


    “Marco…” A quivering female voice, soft as a whisper, broke the silence from behind him.


    Marco furrowed his brows in response, giving her the cold shoulder.


    Keely was adorned in a white dress, her face weary and filled with sorrow, evoking a pitiful sight.


    Gazing at the tombstone, a wave of sorrow washed over her as Marco turned a blind eye to her


    presence.


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    “Jorge, we’re here, both Marco and I. Life’s been tough without you.


    You would never have left me alone Like this, I’m sure.”


    Gracing the tombstone was a captivating image of a dashing man, his smile radiating warmth and


    charm.


    ncing sideways at Marco, Keely uttered these words.


    With deliberate intent, she chose her words carefully, aiming to evoke guilt within Marco’s heart.


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    Jorge, her fiancé, had sacrificed himself trying to protect Marco. On his deathbed, he had made Marco


    promise to care for Keely, a vow Marco had honored for years.


    But things had changed with Loraine’s arrival.


    Keely, disheartened, saw this visit as a final plea to keep Marco by her side.


    No matter how desperately she portrayed her situation, Marco’s face remained an imprable mask,


    impervious to her pleas. He disregarded her presence, unwilling to acknowledge her.


    Anger bubbled within Keely, her teeth gritting in frustration. She dug her nails into her palm to restrain


    her fury. Forcing a smile, she said, “Marco, thank you for apanying me today. Jorge would’ve


    cherished having a friend Like you.”


    This was her final shot, and she couldn’t afford to back down now.


    Marco was irked by Keely’spany but had agreed to this visit for


    Jorge’s sake.


    He had caught on to Keely’s underlying motives.