The moment the handcuffs snapped shut around his wrists, Marcus completely unraveled.
"Vivian... please..." He tried to crawl toward me, only to be dragged back by the officers gripping his arms.
"We were married for three years. Three years!" His voice cracked apart with desperation. "Please drop the charges. I swear I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I'll do anything you want..."
I looked down at the man who had once slept beside me every night. Now he knelt on the floor like a stray dog begging not to be abandoned.
His expensive suit was wrinkled and streaked with dust. His hair hung in disarray, and angry scratches carved across his face where Jade had clawed him moments earlier. He looked pathetic enough to earn sympathy.
"Do you remember?" Tears and mucus smeare
