~LAYLA~
"What?!" The word burst out louder than I intended, drawing glances from nearby tables.
"Marry me," Marco repeated, as calm as if he were discussing the weather.
I laughed. I couldn't help it. The absurdity of the situation and the audacity of this man, it all bubbled up into real laughter. "I didn't realise you were a comedian, Marco."
He seemed to take that as a compliment, adjusting his posture with a satisfied smile. "Well, thank you. Even though I'm not joking."
"I'm married, Marco." I gestured to my ring finger, the diamonds there far more meaningful than the bracelet on my wrist. "And you know that."
"So?"
"So?!" I set down my fork, staring at him in disbelief. "Marco, listen. I love my husband, and my husband loves me. This dinner was…"
"A mistake?" he interrupted smoothly. "I don't think so. I think you came here because deep down, you know I'm offering you a way out. A real solution."
