Chapter 47

Writer p.o.v

As the warm afternoon sun streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow across the room, Zoey and Marco lay lazily on the bed. The remnants of their delicious lunch still lingered on their lips, and a comfortable silence enveloped them. It was a rare moment of tranquility in their otherwise chaotic lives.

Zoey turned her head to look at Marco, her eyes filled with curiosity. “Marco,” she began, her voice soft and gentle, “Why did you choose to break up over telling me what was going on?”

Marco's gaze shifted from the ceiling to meet Zoey's eyes. He took a deep breath, his mind flooded with memories of that painful time. “Zoey, I made a terrible mistake,” he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. “Back then, I was young and my power over the situation was limited, breaking up with you was the only way I could have done to drag the attention from you.” Marco, pissed by the memories, his mind replaces the event and how broken and vulnerable Zoey was then.

He cursed