The night at midnight was particularly quiet, the car outside the villa hadn't left yet, and it sat there like a big dog that had been abandoned.
Marcus watched as the last light in the villa went out. His hand, holding a cigarette, trembled slightly. A wave of bitterness surged in his heart, leaving a bitter taste in his mouth.
He knew that Charlotte would not be coming out of that villa again tonight.
She married Leandro and they lived together legally and rightfully.
And he, waiting outside this villa, couldn't find any solution to the problem.
Perhaps by tomorrow morning, he would have seen them lovingly coming out together from the villa.
Marcus didn't know how he drove back. Along the way, he was like a puppet without thoughts, just driving back to the Gallagher's house by inst
