Marco stared painfully at the bathroom door leaf, his passionate false relationship, his one-sided lies and deception. What she gets now, it's worth it, isn't it?
He's not mean. . . But she did it herself.
The young man went to the bed and stopped in the velvet box containing his hand-selected wedding ring, on which the key was placed, or rather she did not even touch it, for when he threw it in his face. Tayakey wasn't even interested in watching.
His chin is very strong. . . She had no interest in him at all, and her cries were probably because she wanted to prolong her time and get more from him.
Marco bent down, held the box of diamond rings in the palm of his hand, and then reached out and put it on the bedside.
It's hers, it's hers, it's hers. . .
The young man sighed, walked a
