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,

glanced down slightly, and then walked towards her,

valuing you when we first married. I nearly missed the opportunity to share my life with

of their three-year marriage washed over

a twinge of regret for not cherishing their time together previously and gratitude for still having

was still willing

few dozen square meters, Loraine had transformed it into a warm, inviting haven. This was the home he had yearned for

N G E L A ‘s L I

where Loraine resided was his

hand, which had been chopping vegetables, stopped for a moment. She squirmed a

cheeks turned a delightful shade 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