His small house sat abandoned. Windows dark. Weeds growing in the yard.The neighbors whispered about what happened to him."He sold everything," Mrs. Davidson from next door told anyone who would listen."Packed two suitcases and left in the middle of the night.""Didn't even say where he was going."Some said he went to Europe. Others heard rumors about Asia.The truth was, nobody cared enough to find out for sure.Marcus Blackwood had become a ghost. A cautionary tale.A reminder of what happened when you threw away everything that mattered.His exile was exactly what I had predicted. Lonely. Endless. Filled with regret.He would spend the rest of his days knowing he had destroyed his only chance at real happiness.And I felt nothing about it. No satisfaction. No pity.He was simply gone from my thoughts. Like he had never existed at all.My real life was too beautiful to waste time thinking about him.Garrett and I built something amazing together.Under his leadership, Blackwood p
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