MARCUSAs I stood there, I couldn't believe my eyes. In front of me by my door stood Mariella Knowles, my ex-girlfriend and my first love. Even after all these years, she still looked as stunning as ever. She was dressed in a fitted black dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. Her long legs were accentuated by a pair of high heels that added a few extra inches to her already impressive height.She was a successful fashion model, and it showed in her poise and confidence.However, our relationship had ended on a sour note. Mariella had left me during a time when I was struggling with a heart disease. It was a difficult period, and she couldn't handle the stress of being with someone who wasn't healthy. She had told me that it was affecting her mental health, and she had to leave.In her words, she didn't want to be with a sick boy.I was heartbroken when she had left me, and it took me a long time to move on. That phase of my life is something I don't like to think abou

Third PersonNicole leaned against Marcus on the couch in his living room and turned to him with a curious expression. "I'm interested to know, what was your relationship with her like?" she asked.Marcus paused, considering his response.He was aware that Nicole had doubts about his ex-girlfriend and he didn't want to say anything that would upset her or cause problems in their relationship. He took a deep breath before replying. "She was the reason why I never had any serious commitment with anybody else. I just couldn't bring myself to trust anyone after what happened between us." Marcus finally replied.Nicole felt a sense of sadness wash over her. She could see the pain in Marcus's eyes as he spoke about Mariella. Mariella had really hurt him.Nicole reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently."I'm sorry," She said softly. "I can't imagine how hard that must have been for you."Marcus turned to face her, his eyes locking onto hers. "Thank you," he said. "It means a lot

MARIELLAMarcus had embarrassed me at his company, and it was going viral. With people throwing insults at me.I clenched my fists tightly on the steering wheel, my knuckles turning white. My heart was pounding in my chest, and my breathing was shallow and rapid. The car felt like a pressure cooker, the air thick with tension.I could feel the anger bubbling up inside me like a volcano ready to erupt. Every fiber of my being was screaming out in frustration, but I couldn't find the words to express how I was feeling.As I read through the blog post, my eyes blazed with fury, and my mind raced with all the possible ways I could get back at Marcus. I felt like I was on the verge of losing control, and I knew that if I didn't find an outlet for my anger soon, I would explode.But despite the turmoil raging inside me, I knew that I had to keep my composure. I couldn't let Marcus or anyone else see how much his actions had affected me. So, I took a deep breath, counted to ten, and forced m

MARIELLAI seethed with anger as I walked home from speaking with Nicole. I was humiliated twice. First was Marcus chasing me out of his office and the second was Nicole slapping me.I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of getting to me, so I put on a calm face and didn't flinch even when the slap stung.As I turned onto my street, I glanced up at the neat rows of houses and felt a surge of bitterness rise up in my throat. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want to be alone with my thoughts. I wanted to scream, to shout, to let out all the pent-up frustration that had been building inside meBut I couldn't do that here. Not where anyone could see me. So I took a deep breath, plastered on a smile, and walked towards my front door with slow, deliberate steps. Inside, I knew I would be safe.But as I fumbled with my keys, my mind kept drifting back to Nicole's slap, and the humiliation of being thrown out of Marcus's office like a common criminal. I knew I needed to talk to someo

MARCUS“None of it is real” the words played in my head and I stared at my father in shock.How did Mariella even know to begin with? Yes the whole arrangement started as a contract marriage but I can't say the same for how it is going now.I looked up at my father, hoping he could see the truth in my eyes, but he just stared back at me, his expression hardened by disappointment. It was as if he couldn't understand that things had changed between Nicole and me, that our relationship had evolved beyond the initial agreement.“Wait, Dad, let me explain," I began, but he interrupted me abruptly."What's there to explain? How can you even do this? I didn't raise you to be this way. Is it true that you and Nicole have some kind of arrangement? Do you think I would find that amusing?" He said“You made me go over to her parents' house to smooth things over, and they agreed for you to marry their daughter," he continued, clearly upset."What is all this that I'm hearing?" My dad was getting