Goodbye, My Love

Marco took in the scene contentedly, yearning for this simple, domestic life to become his forever.

Just the two of them, sharing meals, witnessing the changing seasons together.

He no longer concerned himself with the affairs of the Bryant family or the judgment of society.

Oblivious to his reflections, Loraine proficiently sorted the groceries and commenced meal preparations.

Her movements were deliberate and elegant, resembling the creation of an art piece more than a mere act of cooking. It was as if she wasn’t just preparing a meal but was crafting a culinary masterpiece. This enraptured Marco, who found himself staring at her in wonder.

Detecting his stare, Loraine turned around to find him smiling softly, his gaze tenderly fixed on her.

He remained silent.

are you looking at?” Loraine teased, lifting an eyebrow

her, encircling her

on how fortunate I am and how remiss I was in not valuing you when we first married. I nearly missed

washed over Marco as

cherishing their

Loraine was still willing to cook for

had transformed it into a warm, inviting haven.

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place where Loraine resided was

stiffened and her hand, which had been chopping vegetables, stopped for a moment. She squirmed a little and chided him gently,

of pink, and Marco couldn’t help but be enticed by her flushed ear, so near his lips that a simple bow of his head would bring him in contact