The security guard was taken aback by her response. If they weren't together, why was she here? He wanted to say more, but Melissa had already left the building.

“Wait, it's raining outside!" he called after her.

Melissa was well aware of the rain and knew hailing a cab in this weather would be difficult, but she was determined to Leave.

She had managed to leave once before, three years ago; she was confident she could do it again.

Meanwhile, the rain showed no signs of stopping.

It was getting late, and the streetlights cast their glow on the wet pavement.

Melissa walked on, her coat and handbag soaked through. Her pace quickened, and although her high heels were causing her feet to bleed, she felt numb to the pain.

Suddenly, a white Bentley pulled up quietly beside her and stopped.

Marcus stepped out and looked at her silently for a moment before swiftly walking over.

Draping a black overcoat over her shoulders, he said firmly, "Get in the car."

Melissa, however, paid him no mind.

Slowly, she lifted her face, her wet hair making her features seem even more striking.

Her eyes were resolute.

She met Marcus' gaze and whispered, “Marcus, we're over. Even if this rain spells my end, it's none of your concern. Please, just let me be. Alright? I'm content with my life now. Can't you give me a break?"

With those words, she removed the black coat he'd placed on her shoulders and handed it back to him.

Marcus simply watched her, silent as the rain obscured their view.

Once, there had been love between them; now, it seemed there were only bitter resentment, each unwilling to yield or bid farewell.

Marcus closed the distance slightly.

With a gentle touch, he lifted her chin, his voice cool as he leaned in. "You think I'm here to shame you. But let's not forget, Melissa, who betrayed whom first? Who was unfaithful with Ryan?"

Then, Marcus’ lips met hers, as chilly as his gaze.