"Marco, please don't push me like this. I swear I haven't done anything wrong, just believe me," Katleah pleaded, her voice filled with genuine hurt. "I don't know how to express our situation anymore, Katleah. Just sign the divorce papers and leave. I'm afraid I might lose control if we stay. If I ever see your face again after this, I might not recognize you and I won't hesitate to act on those feelings." Marco started walking away, but Katleah's heart sank as she held onto his legs, trying to make him listen. "Let go, Katleah. Don't expect me to grant you forgiveness." Hearing his cold words, Katleah's heart shattered. She realized she had no leverage without his love. "Marco, I can't comprehend why you trust others over me. Didn't you once claim you couldn't live without me? But the moment those compromising photos, which I don't even know how they got to you, appeared, everything changed. Do you really want me to justify myself? It's pointless if you're unwilling to open your mind. Loving you was easy, but it seems leaving is just as easy for you. But I won't hold a grudge; if that's what you desire, I'm prepared to vanish from your life." Years later, Katleah returned, soaring on a private jet as a renowned surgeon, a wealthy heiress, and a proud mother of two adorable six-year-old twins. The question lingered: would she seek revenge or would true love ultimately conquer their past?
