You Gave Up The Right

As Marissa faced the man in front of her, a mix of emotions surged within her. Despite the pain and confusion from his sudden disappearance, bitter laughter escaped her lips, filled with irony and disbelief. "What is this?" Her laughter slowly faded away.

"Come, drink this first," Blake moved forward, attempting to offer her the warm drink.

Marissa frowned, feeling a pang of pain in her heart, as if someone had just stabbed her right in the middle. She clutched the shirt tightly and slightly bent, her voice trembling with anger, "What is this? What are you doing?"

"Are you okay?" Blake quickly placed the tray on the bed and checked on her.

"Don't touch me!" Marissa pushed him away, her voice filled with anger and hurt. "Give me my clothes back!" She screamed, feeling like she was on the verge of losing her mind.

"I sent your clothes to be cleaned, you threw up last night," he explained, standing a metre away from her.