"They broke up because of you. You don't know?"
Marcus drew a deep breath, looking at Marianne with confusion. He studied her expression and he could tell she was telling the truth.
"Me?" he repeated. "And why would they break up because of me?"
"Because Vincent thinks you're making moves on her behind his back." Marianne shrugged. "Who knows? Are you?"
Marcus scoffed, walking in the same spot while keeping his eyes on her. "Are you asking me if I am just like you?" his voice was laced with obvious sarcasm. "No, Marianne. I'm not like you who would fuck your best friend's fiance and smile at her face as if you're the immaculate friend she could trust."
"Hah!" Marianne scoffed.
