Lillian's POVI fixate my eyes on the side, looking outside the window, completely ignoring Marcus.But my own eyes betray me because I can't help but look at him.He looks tired, with dark circles around his eyes as if he hasn't slept.Marcus catches me looking, and when our eyes meet, my heart starts beating erratically once again.I can't look away now that his piercing blue eyes are fixed on me. It's as if I'm being pulled towards him."Did you get any sleep?" I finally ask, unable to hold back my worry.A small smile graces his lips, and he shakes his head."Why? Were you busy fucking other women?" I ask, immediately regretting the question.Marcus's smile grows wider, and I see a teasing look in his eyes."I stayed up all night reading cases," he says, and when I hear his response, my forehead creases."If you're that busy, then why do you have to come with me?" I ask.Marcus lets out a deep breath, and I can see he's struggling to stay awake."So I can be with you," he says, no

Marcus's POVI walked away from her, not because I'm mad at her, but because I'm mad at what she did and every word she said got on my nerves.I hate hearing her speak on stage, making her father's name sound good. She looks like a puppet being controlled by her father.To calm myself I decided to roam the place and find a good spot where I can relax."Are you heading somewhere, Atty Sullivan?" a middle-aged woman I had talked to earlier asks."Do you have any place here where I can relax?" I ask.She smiles at me and nods her head."There's a beach a few minutes drive from here. That's a good place if you want to relax," she suggests.I smile at her and nod my head."Thank you," I politely say and head towards our driver to borrow the keys.I use Google Maps to find the beach, and it's not that far because, after a few minutes, just like the woman said, I arrive.I park the car on the side of the road and walk towards the shore.I sit on the sand, and as I watch the waves, I feel my

Lillian's POVHe gazed at me, his smile erasing the pain he had caused.It's a profound irony when the very person who inflicted the pain becomes the only one capable of mending the ache within.That no matter how many times he let me down, I find myself drawn back to him.My movements ceased, and laughter faded away.His eyes locked with mine, my heart racing.We stood face to face, the chilly breeze caressing my skin as the sound of waves saved us from an engulfing silence."Are you okay?" he asked suddenly.I smiled and nodded, refusing to voice the question that haunted my mind, fearing his response.I don't know."Yeah," I replied, offering him a smile.I sat on the sand, gazing up at the radiant moon.He joined me, and I turned my head toward him."Can we stay a little longer?" I asked.Marcus studied my face intently before nodding.Once again, I redirected my gaze to the moon, cherishing the tranquil atmosphere that surrounded us.I released the thoughts that raced within my m

Lillian's POVMorning arrived, and before we leave the village we handed goods that can last for a week.I also gave school supplies to the children, hoping to inspire them to continue their education."Will you come back, Ms Lillian?" they asked, their eyes filled with sadness.Bending down to their level, I nodded and smiled reassuringly. "I will, and when I return, I'll bring toys," I promised."Promise?" they chorused, making me laugh."Promise," I affirmed, opening my arms wide."Can I get a hug before I go?" I requested, and they eagerly obliged.We shared a group hug, and I couldn't help but chuckle as their little arms enveloped me. We lingered in that embrace before I stood up."I will miss you. Be good to your parents, okay?" I urged, and they nodded politely.As I walked towards the waiting car where Marcus was, I waved goodbye to the children. "Let's go?" Marcus asked when I stepped inside the car.Smiling, I nodded and replied, "Yeah," signalling to the driver that we w

Lillian's POVMy hands grew cold as I stood in front of my father, with Victoria and Martha watching me closely as if they knew what I had done."What is it, Dad?" I asked, attempting to hide my nervousness, but failing as my voice stuttered."Let's talk inside your room," he suggested, taking a step forward to enter. I instinctively blocked the doorway with my body, refusing to let him in.Confusion furrowed my father's brows as he looked at me. "Are you hiding something?" he asked, his gaze fixed upon me.I shook my head nervously and forced a laugh. "It's just that... my room is a bit messy," I stammered.My father scrutinized me, his gaze lingering on my face. Each passing second felt like an eternity, and I struggled to catch my breath. Finally, he nodded, and the weight on my chest lifted."Let's talk in my office then," he suggested, turning away. Martha and Victoria remained rooted to the spot, their eyes fixed on me. I flashed a nervous smile and slowly closed my bedroom d