Destiny of true love

In the heart of the forsaken building, a sudden scream reverberated, amplifying the already ominous ambiance. "Enough," she reiterated, her words now a mere hushed whisper. Locking eyes with the man before her, he stood motionless on the cold floor. Minutes passed, a silent exchange that spoke louder than any words. Though they gazed into each other's eyes, their hearts screamed in a deafening silence, a shared agony. She appeared worn by everything and everyone, while he felt only helplessness. After a prolonged pause, she finally raised the object in her hand, directing it at him. "Do you believe I'll love you unconditionally? Do you think I'll spend my life with a murderer like you?" The word 'murderer' lingered in the air unusually long. "You're a fool to fantasize about our romantic life when you know you don't deserve it," she thrust the words at him, a verbal assault that pierced his heart, causing it to bleed profusely. Somehow, those harsh words inflicted more misery on her, leaving her with no alternative. "Why? Why does she hate me now? Is she the same Judy who once loved me dearly?" he pondered. He vividly remembered the first time she confessed her love. “I love you, John,” once the sweetest words he had heard. "Mr. John Brand, I, Judy Browns, admit I married you for revenge." A gunshot followed her brutal revelation. One year prior, in a city restaurant: "Are you sure you want to come with me?" The boy's concern was evident as he looked into the girl's eyes. "I'm certain, Mark. I know the risks, and I won't let you face this danger alone. We must help that girl, no matter the consequences," her determination was unwavering. She couldn't let him face a perilous situation alone; she would endure anything with him rather than sit at home worrying about his safety. Mark sighed, acknowledging her resolve. "There's no use arguing with you," he said, gently caressing her head with admiration. "You're a bit late to realize it," she giggled, patting his shoulder. "Let's make a meticulous plan before execution. If caught red-handed, it will be disastrous," he warned. For the next half-hour, they discussed their plan. "This is too risky for you. I can't agree with your plan. I can't help but worry about your safety," he expressed his emotions. "Trust me, I want to help her. When I was in that situation, no one was there for me. I can't forgive myself if I don't help her, given the chance," her voice tinged with emotion. "I understand you," he gave her a small side hug. "Then, let's save that innocent girl," he said optimistically, though his worry for both girls lingered. He still remembered every word of that devilish encounter. She gave him a confident look, her haunted past momentarily forgotten as his supportive words reached her ears. In a bustling restaurant, Mark, amidst lunch with friends, found himself unintentionally entangled in a perilous situation. "Wow, Mark, what's the matter? You look more handsome day by day," a female colleague complimented him. "Really? I don't think so. He still looks as average as the first day," teased one of his male colleagues. "Don't lie! Don't you know how many fans he has in our company? Just admit that you're already jealous of him," the female colleague retorted. "Not more than me," he whispered. "Even though we're talking about him, he's still silent. Will you open your mouth just to have your meals?" she chided Mark. "I'm sorry, but I'm an introvert. I apologize if my silence makes you uncomfortable," he finally spoke. "Enough. Just taste this soup. You'll definitely like it," the male colleague poured some into Mark's bowl. Mark, discovering crabs he was allergic to, was about to refuse when some spilled onto his clothes. "Oh no, it's my fault," his colleague said, attempting to help Mark clean up. "It's okay; I'll manage it myself," Mark excused himself, heading to the washroom. Inside, despite his best efforts, he couldn't remove the stubborn stain. As he contemplated leaving, a noise from the ladies' washroom caught his attention. Uncharacteristically, he chose not to intervene but listened. "You should spike her drink at the party and take her to the place I mentioned. You know what to do. I don't need to explain," the mysterious voice instructed. "Yeah, today at Lake Hotel around 9 p.m." "I'll have someone send you the entry pass." "Spike? Who is this lady talking about? Why do I feel nasty vibes?" Mark worried about the innocent girl he didn't know, disturbed by the woman's chilling threats. As he left the restroom, the woman issued a final warning. "Don't spoil my plan, or you'll face the worst circumstance." The call ended, and when Mark opened the door, the corridor was empty. "How can I find her or the man working for her?" he pondered. His colleague found him, urging him back to the table. "Why are you taking so long? Everyone is looking for you," he was pulled back to the table, his mind far from the meal. Mark excused himself, leaving the restaurant. "What to do now? How will I find out who this person is?" His phone interrupted his thoughts. Answering without looking at the screen, he heard an annoyed voice on the other end. "Where are you? Did you forget about our plan?" "Plan?" Mark realized he had forgotten. "I'm sorry. I really forgot," he tried to sound normal. "Mark, are you okay? What's wrong with you?" a concerned voice asked. "You know you can't lie in front of me. I can easily catch you," she continued after a brief silence. Mark recounted what he had overheard. "We should do something. Should we inform the police?" she suggested. "No, we don't have enough details. We should know the place first, and I think she has more influence than we imagine. It's too risky to involve the police," he expressed his doubts. "You must have heard something. Any place, time, or name. Just try to remember slowly. Don't get tense," she advised. After recalling some words, Mark said, "Yeah, they were talking about Lake Hotel." "Okay, I'm near that restaurant. Let's go there together," she said, cutting the call before Mark could respond. The flashback concluded.