Marcus sighed. "Meredith, some things are better left unsaid."
"Not when it's causing you to suffer." She said and
move closer to him, but she kept a few feet of
distance between them.
Marcus took another swig of the whiskey.
"There is nothing to be done about it, so... It doesn't matter."
"Of course it matters." She said, studying his
anxious expression.
"Why?" Marcus whispered.
Her eyes softened. "Because I care about you." She murmured.
Marcus stared into her hazel eyes and then he chuckled mirthlessly.
"You care about me? Then why did you fucking sleep with someone on the same night that I proposed to you Huh? When were you going to tell me your lover is closer than I thought? Or did you plan on secretly screwing him after we get married?"
His eyes glittered dangerously. Meredith had never seen him this angry and she shrank away from him. Advancing on her, he demanded harshly,
"It was him! Why in the hell didn't you tell me your
