"Marcus!!" In a whirlwind of anger and fear, she screamed his name, unable to bear the thought of losing him any longer.As if awoken from a daze, Marcus abruptly stood up, his eyes darting between Heather and the woman he had been with. The sight of her tear-streaked face left him overwhelmed with both amazement and guilt. He didn't know what to do in that moment, his mind racing. Hastily grabbing his shirt, he turned around to search for Heather, only to find her gone. Fury gripped him as he whirled back toward the woman."What the hell are you still doing here?" he spat, snatching his gun from the drawer and firing it at the wall, the sound echoing through the room. The woman trembled in fear."Please, don't kill me," she pleaded, rushing off the bed and fleeing without bothering to dress. Marcus groaned, filled with self-loathing."What have I done?" he murmured, his words hanging heavily in the air. He dashed out of the room, desperation driving him to find Heather, but she was n