Zoey p.o.v
There was a thin line between the feeling of love and hatred. My feelings for Marco dwell somewhere between both.
For the longest period, I'd thought I had forgotten him, but I managed to convince myself that I was over him. I tried to ignore it, I tried to ignore him.
Then, out of nowhere, he decided to make his return. Without a word or any notice, he just popped up out of nowhere and acted as if we were never apart.
His arrogance frustrated me as much as his controlling act did.
A burden of guilty conscience rested on my shoulders, while a look of disappointment was written across my deep scowling face. I watched as the doctor carefully dressed Marco's wound and gave the maids instructions on how to properly take care of it daily.
I wasn't looking forward to it. Th
