My Love Until the Last Goodbye by Alut

Chapter 0649

Frederick told her about how Marcus had fled to avoid certain death, knowing that if Frank Levett discovered he was still alive, he would hunt him down. He recounted how Marcus had narrowly escaped an assassination attempt in New York, where someone who resembled him had been decapitated as a warning.

“That damned man, how many families does he intend to hurt?‘ she thought, her face soaked in tears. Despite everything. Valerie was strong–stronger than even she or Frederick expected–and she wanted to keep listening to the hidden story about Marcus. Valerie paid close attention to every detail, and now she knew the truth: both Marcus and Peter were killers. She had been entangled with murderers.

“How can someone so kind, so good to others, be a killer?” Valerie asked aloud.

“Val… my daughter… Marcus had no choice,” Frederick begin. “Before the death of Valentina, his son, and the entire Bartz family, Marcus was a good man, a wonderful husband–just like you know him. If none of that had happened, Marcus would never have turned to this path.”

“Why didn’t Marcus tell me anything?” Valerie demanded.

telling people you’re a murderer. After he met you, he stopped. He didn’t want to continue on that road. Marcus always thought about you and Serenity. He didn’t want you to ever face this reality. In fact, he tried to distance himself

“What?”

of Levett. Marcus found him in a pitiful state, nursed him back to health, and left him in that facility. The idea was that

no big deal. Do you realize I just found out I’m married to a murderer? How can you

keep deceiving you. Marcus

me! How many

to know that,” Frederick said softly. “What matters is why he did it, and you already know that. You don’t need the gory details. Marcus and Peter did what they thought they had to do. It was all driven by their pain and anger at the time. But when you came into Marcus’s life,

for attempted murder, and you want to tell

him, constantly. Don’t you remember how he used to wake up in the middle of the night? It wasn’t just because of Peter; it was because of himself and the