However, there wasn’t talk of any romantic liaisons between Marcus and “Scarlett”. I supposed it was because “Scarlett” was married to Ashton.

From an onlooker’s perspective, I thought there was something more to the situation.

I clicked on one of the articles. In it, I saw a photo of the late “Scarlett”.

The similarities in our appearance were uncanny. We looked almost identical other than her healthier glow and stronger-looking physique.

Absorbed in my sleuthing, I didn’t notice that Marcus’ meeting had ended. He entered the office and commented, “What are you looking at? You look like you’re in a trance.”

He stopped right in front of me, lowering his gaze to the phone in my hand. When he saw the contents of my browser, he laughed carelessly. He walked to his desk and asked, “Did you think you were the same person?”

His words unraveled my suspicions.

I left my seat and took a chair opposite him. “Don’t you think we look very alike?” I enlarged the image before passing him my phone.

Six years could change a person’s appearance, but there were embedded characteristics that time could never remove.

crossed his legs on his office chair. He appraised my face

excuses, I could have argued with him over the

my suspicions at the same

that while I was the spitting image of “Scarlett”, that was where our similarities ended. That’s

I stared into his eyes. I recalled that Marcus had never mentioned his past

is he engaged to a woman who

I’m getting off work.

in my head,

phone

I accept all of his decisions unquestioningly. If he wants to change the topic of our

suddenly shot out from nowhere, blocking his path.

at the vehicle several times instead of confronting the reckless

wasn’t going to apologize or

knocked on the driver’s window, the car

behavior. He didn’t want to waste time pursuing the driver whose

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