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Chapter 1081
Marcus‘ silence pretty much screamed that he was hiding something from her.
Comelia continued, “Jeremy, if you genuinely care about me, if you truly see me as your wife and want to share a
lifetime with me, then I hope that no matter when or what happens, you’ll let me in. We share the burden together.
You can’t keep me in the dark”
To Comelia, being his wife meant standing by his side through thick and thin, not just the good times.
Marcus suddenly blurted out. “What if Brennen’s right? What if Marcus is Marcus and Jeremy’s Jeremy?”
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtComelia was startled, “What are you babbling about?”
Marcus chuckled and tousled her hair, Tm just saying, if Brennen’s right, what would you do?”
Comelia responded firmly. “There’s no ‘if! Marcus is Jeremy and Jeremy is Marcus. That’s a fact. Don’t ever bring
this up again!”
Marcus said, “I was just teasing you. Didn’t know you’d take it seriously.”
Comelia sternly said, “Is this something to joke about?”
Marcus said, “Alright, I won’t joke about it again. Let’s head home now.”
Comelia peered back into the courtyard, still feeling uneasy. “What about Skyler? In Zavier’s current state of
madness, I’m afraid he wouldn’t even spare Skyler’s corpse Shouldn’t we arrange a funeral for Skyler?”
Marcus said, “Skyler was your friend, and we owe it to her to help. But there are things that we can’t do. I’ve
already notified her parents. They should be on their way.”
Just then, Comelia’s phone buzzed, signaling a new email.
Comelia’s inbox was primarily for work, so any incoming email was usually crucial. Wherever, whenever, she would
check it immediately. She hurriedly fished out ‘her phone and opened her email app, only to find the new message
was from Skyler.
It was a long letter that read: [Cornelia, by the time you read this, I’ll probably be long gone. I haven’t really done
anything good or bad in my life, so I reckon I’m headed for heaven. If it’s heaven, it’s got to be better than here.
So, don’t mourn for me, alright?
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmOnce upon a time, I was in love with Zavier. He was young and full of life, a magnet for the ladies. And I was lucky. I
didn’t have to chase him like the others. I had a front row seat because our families had arranged our marriage. I
was his fiancée. Back then, like many young girls, I was too shy to confess my feelings. I would steal glances at him,
write about him in my diary. I wrote in my diary every day, recording what he did, who he met, who he talked to.
Every little thing about him seemed important. I documented it all.
I wasn’t sure if he liked me back then, but I thought it didn’t matter. Because I believed that one day he would
marry me. But I later realized that him liking me mattered a lot. I remember once when I was writing in my diary,
he barged into my room and snatched it from my hands.]
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