If you only knew...

43.Back to work

Ana's POV

As the night deepens, I find myself wrapped in Marco's arms, trying to offer him a flicker of comfort amidst the wreckage I've caused. But the truth is, I'm equally in need of solace; my heart feels heavy with the weight of a decision I never wanted to make.

I genuinely care for Marco, and it pains me to see him entangled in the situation I've created. It feels as though he wielded every emotional tool at his disposal to keep me close, unaware that my heart had already been claimed by someone else.

Doubts gnaw at me—can I truly follow through with the choice I made? Marco's desperation, and his veiled threats, have opened my eyes to the harsh reality: it might be the right choice for now, at least until my cold walls finally drive him away for good.

And then there's Xavier. How on earth can I explain this to him? He always seemed to truly understand me, offering unwavering patience and a wellspring of affection whenever I needed it. Yet deep down, I know there is a boundary he has, which fills me with an intense fear of crossing it with my delay. It's better to keep my silence for now.

I feel like I'm ensnared in a trap, unable to voice my feelings or make decisions without fearing Marco's reaction. I anticipated that having this conversation with him and telling him my decision would be challenging, but I never imagined it would feel utterly impossible.

"Marco, how about we catch some sleep?" I suggest gently, my voice barely a whisper.

"I'd love nothing more than to fall asleep in your arms, love. Thank you for giving me this chance," he replies, his tone softening. Then, in a hesitant voice, he adds, "I really wish you could stop working with him..."

I take a breath, feeling the weight of his words. "That's not up for discussion, Marco. I'm truly sorry," I respond with unwavering determination, no longer intimidated by his potential reaction.

Without uttering a single word, he pulls me closer, enveloping me in a warm embrace as we drift into sleep. Yet, beneath the surface, my heart wails in agony, battling to find peace amidst the turmoil.

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Xavier's POV

It's been a few days since I last saw or spoke to Ana, and I can't shake this feeling of emptiness that's settled in. There's something about her that made me realize just how profound my loneliness has become. When she was around, it was as if she brought warmth into my life, showing me what a true sense of home really feels like. I find myself longing for that connection, wishing she was here to fill that void once more.

When it comes to Marco, I find myself torn. Should I feel sorry for him because of Ana's wild escapades, or should I pity Ana, given Marco's behavior? It's a tricky situation—what he feels doesn't seem like love at all; it leans more toward obsession...

As I draw closer to the agency's gates, stepping into the vibrant energy of the yard, I spot Nate and his girlfriend Clara making their way toward me.

"Look who it is! My traitor!" Nate laughs, feigning an exaggerated shock. "I thought you'd vanished for good! Clara and I were just about to head out for a bite—care to join?"

I chuckle, shaking my head. "You can't get rid of me that easily, Nate. But I'll pass on dinner—you can have your time together."

"Come on, we'd love to have you!" Clara chimes in, her request catching me off guard. It's odd to hear her plead, especially since we've barely exchanged a word. I would've thought she'd prefer Nate's undivided attention.

"I really appreciate it, but I'll have to pass. Enjoy your evening!" I reply, offering a polite smile as I head toward the mansion, leaving them to their plans for the night.