Melissa wandered through the rainy night.

Directionless and uncertain, Melissa trudged on. Witnessing Marcus with another, she concluded it was best to cease bothering him.

On one hand, it promised to be an awkward situation. On the other hand, what right did Melissa have to fight for Marcus?

However, she still desired to visit the apartment and see it once more. Even if she couldn't enter, gazing at it from a distance would allow her to revisit some of her cherished memories.

Unforgiven by Marcus, she knew he had opted for another. Yet Melissa resolved never to forget him throughout her life.

Melissa pondered that finding someone else to be with would be challenging after she had someone like Marcus.

Typically frugal, Melissa splurged on a cab that night, instructing the driver to take her to the building. Observing her drenched state, the driver quipped, “It's late. Trouble in paradise with your boyfriend?"

Melissa sniffled and admitted, "Yes, he ignored me."

The driver smiled, offering sagely, “Young folks, they're all the same. Say harsh things in a quarrel, but regret it afterward. It's good if one can extend an olive branch."

Melissa, lowering her gaze, remained silent.

Convinced Marcus would never grant forgiveness, Melissa imagined him spending the night with the other woman-perhaps in a hotel or at her place, but never returning here.

Thirty minutes later, Melissa alighted from the car.

Initially planning to linger at the building's entrance, she glanced up and noticed the illuminated lights above. Gently covering her mouth, she pondered if Marcus had returned.

Upon closer inspection, his car was parked nearby.

Melissa experienced conflicting emotions. Marcus hadn't spent the night with anyone, he had returned.

Melissa swiftly entered the elevator and reached Marcus’ apartment door. As her slender fingers hovered over the doorbell, hesitation gripped her. She pondered what to say to Marcus and questioned whether she should reveal the threats from Ryan's mother.

Merry's demise lingered in Melissa's thoughts. If she revealed the truth to Marcus, they would be the sole bearers of Melissa's identity.

Perhaps he would find it in himself to forgive and embrace her.

Melissa pressed the doorbell gently.

Inside the apartment, Marcus, having just showered, donned a bathrobe and dried his lustrous black hair.