Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Murray froze in place. "You..."

Remembering what he did to her at the villa, Roseanne looked at him with both fear and caution.

"Don't come any closer! Stay away from me!"

"Anne..." A pang of pain shot through Murray's heart. "That day, I..."

Roseanne cut him off. "Stop it! Just leave. We have nothing to talk about."

"Anne..." With his eyes bloodshot, Murray stood rigidly, "I'm sorry. It was my fault. Can't we stop fighting? I shouldn't have, shouldn't have said and done those things..."

"I missed you too much... It was just a moment of impulse...I'm here because I want you to come back to me..."

"Come back?" Roseanne shot him a cold look. "To be what, your mistress?"

Murray blurted out, "If you agree to come home, I'll break up with Millie immediately."

Roseanne shook her head. "I refuse."

"Anne..." Just as Murray attempted to approach her again, Roseanne quickly turned and ran back to her bedroom, slamming the door shut behind her.

After a moment, the outside noise faded away, and she cautiously stepped out to check. She found Murray slumped against the wall, asleep.

not knowing

and as Murray opened his eyes, a wave of dizziness hit him, causing him to squint uncontrollably. Once the dizziness subsided, he sat up, rubbed his temples, and

tidy, the unfamiliar setting and the cramped layout felt too simple

from

up, suddenly locking eyes with her clear

you remember what you did last

frowned, then shook

him would never say,

disturbing my life, bothering others. So, please

her words felt like

critical gaze swept the room, and he scoffed, "This tiny, old dump? Do you think I'd want

you begged

come back!"

that, he grabbed his coat and stormed out,

corner of the street, he dialed Cliff's number. "What

...

just left a party. You still smell like

the bar, Cliff found Murray alone, downing drinks in the clothes from the previous day. He sat down beside

here to drink, not

in surrender. "Fine, fine,

the bar, with the staff gone, just the two of them were