Mistaking Elvis For Marcello.

Mistaking Elvis For Marcello.

Karissa's POV.

It's been three days since I got discharged from the hospital after the surgery and not seeing Marcello since that day has been a thorn in my flesh.

Not to speak of the fact that Elvis was the one who had donated his Kidney for me to survive.

"Is this how you planned on pushing me out of your life? By leaving me all alone with Elvis?" I mumbled softly as I just couldn't help but feel the pain for being broken.

I just wished I could see his face, touch his dress, hear his voice or his breath hitting my neck gently.

Marcello was all a woman would desire to have but I never saw him that way till date.

As I sat on the ground in Elvis's sitting room while thinking about Marcello, with tears streaming down my face, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of sadness and guilt burning on my inside.

My husband, Marcello, had just been chased out from the company, and I couldn't help but blame myself over and over again for everything that h