âI have a duplicate key.
Itâs convenient in case I need to take care of Edwin,â Mark replied.
Cecilia was furious and she retorted, âTake care of him? Like abandoning him for someone elseâs child and not even realizing he was missing?â
Markâs face turned pale.
But he didnât say anything in response.
He just continued to make breakfast.
Yet, Cecilia went on, âGive me the key now.
In the future, anytime you wish to see your son, call me in advance.
Donât come here anytime you like just like this.
Itâs very inappropriate and not respectful at all.
â
But Mark didnât want to surrender the key.
So she reached into his pocket to search for it.
Immediately, Markâs body stiffened.
He grabbed her hand and pinned her to the kitchen counter.
He was trying his best to control himself.
âStop touching me.
Or I wonât be responsible for what happens next,â he warned her.
But Cecilia snapped at him, âWere you not satisfied last night?â
âYou should know that,â Mark said as he let go of her, turning his attention back to making breakfast.
Cecilia scoffed and walked out of the kitchen without saying another word.
When Mark was done cooking, he invited her to have breakfast.
But she said, âI donât want to eat anything you cook.
For crying out loud, Mark, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand? Itâs over between us.
I want a divorce.
No matter how nice and considerate you try to be right now, itâs all a waste of time.
â
She paused and then added, âDonât make me hate you.
â
Mark froze.
His face was as white as a sheet.
After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly dished the breakfast out on the plates.
He had prepared the kind of food that he knew Cecilia and Edwin liked.
âEnjoy your meal.
Iâm leaving,â he said and made for the door.
After putting on his shoes, he left the house.
As the door closed behind him, Cecilia burst into tears.
Why?
Why didnât he just set her free now that she had already given up on him and wanted to move on?