CHAPTER TWO
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Chapter Two
Briella's house, Sunday morning
Briella opened her eyes but immediately shut them as the morning sun hit her face. She sat up, only to notice Marcellus was no longer beside her. Frowning, she slipped out of bed and checked the house. Silence. No trace of him.
After calling his number several times—each attempt met with the same unreachable tone—she sighed, took a bath, dressed, and decided to go straight to his place.
Marcellus' house
“Marci… Marci?” Briella called as she pushed open his bedroom door.
Her steps faltered. Boxes were stacked neatly on the floor. His clothes were spread across the bed, half-folded. She glanced at the wardrobe—it was nearly empty.
Her heart lurched.
“Uhhh… why’d you leave so early just to arrange your clothes? I normally do this for you.” She let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Goodness! Do you know how worried I was?”
She turned to him with a frown, but Marcellus didn’t answer. He just stood there, quiet, as if each word weighed too much to release. The air between them thickened—tense, unspoken, heavy.
“Is something wrong, Marci?” Briella asked, concern threading her voice as she stepped closer.
“Brielle…” Marcellus’s tone cracked under the strain. “There’s something you should know.”
That was when she saw it—papers in his hand, a passport glinting under the light. Without thinking, she snatched them from him. Her brows knitted as she read, her chest tightening. Slowly, she lifted her eyes back to him.
“What is this? You’re leaving London? You’re leaving me?”
His silence cut deeper than words. Finally, he nodded.
“Yes, Brielle,” he said softly. “I’m going to America. The U.S.”
The air grew colder around them. Her world tilted.
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✨End of Chapter Two
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