Derek was a figure of unreliability, a wellspring of ill-advised counsel.

In the wake of his internal turmoil, Marcus turned to a cigarette, its bitter flavor a reflection of his own internal turmoil. How dare she entertain an affair!

From the day they had sealed their union, his ardor had been unleashed like a tempest, a force that often transcended his restraint. How, then, could she share laughter and discourse with a stranger beyond their marriage’s walls?

The man beside Millie was draped in attire that bore the emblem of luxury, a testament to his affluence. But it paled in comparison to Marcus’ own.

A self-assured sneer danced upon his lips; in a single day, his earnings could eclipse the entire livelihood of this interloper.

Despite his well-practiced superiority, a flicker of anguish rippled through his handsome countenance, a crack in his facade. Resigning to his thoughts, he ignited his cigarette, allowing the smoke to coil in the air like ephemeral memories. The window lowered, and he cast his gaze skyward to the faint illumination of Millie’s room.

was an enigma to

cigarette’s lifetime later, the prospect of departure loomed, yet Marcus

as he beheld Millie’s descent, a bag of garbage in her

a modest establishment

In the shadows, sparks ignited,

who dared to smoke within

lingers in the shadows?” she inquired, her voice laced with

be a miscreant concealed in the shadows? Without delay, she ventured to

her from behind, rendering her startled. A hand emerged to

“It’s me.”

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