Melissa, however, wasn't interested in Ryan. She simply felt debased by Marcus’ behavior.

Refusing to watch, she shut her eyes. “No, I don't want to see it.”

"Don't you like him? Don't you accept all aspects of someone you like? Or are you afraid to see him with someone else, afraid it'll shatter your ideal image of him?"

Marcus taunted. "After all, you've been with me."

Tears streamed down Melissa's face as she collapsed under the weight of Marcus’ scorn, pleading for her freedom.

Marcus watched her, seeing her tremble.

He had genuinely cared for her, had envisioned a future with her.

He hadn't asked for much - just happiness, a family with her.

But now, he felt bested by a man he considered unworthy, his feelings used as leverage.

He didn't want to believe it.

He had hoped for an explanation, for her to plead. Instead, all he got were apologies.

With shaky hands, Melissa retrieved the expensive watch.

“Marcus, I'm returning this. Please, let me go."

Marcus looked at her, his sneer bitter. “Why would I need a watch?".

Suddenly, Marcus stood and began rummaging through Melissa's Luggage.

She hurried over, trying to restrain him. "What are you searching for?

Marcus, can't we end this amicably? Please, let me go."

He held her ID card, featuring a simple yet beautiful Melissa with clear, bright eyes.

Marcus studied it intently. When he finally looked up at her, his eyes were unreadable. "Let's go get married," he declared.

Melissa was taken aback.