He couldn’t tell if it was from lack of sleep or the melancholy of parting ways with Thomas. Although he yearned to know, it wasn’t his place to ask. After a pause, he ventured, “You and he…”

“Wie broke up,” interjected Cecilia, her tone casual.

She then strolled over to the window, reaching for her coffee cup.

Mark’s eyes followed her, noting a touch of solitude in her posture.

She was still in her early 30s, he thought, surely she yearned for companionship. He’d encountered Thomas a few times, and the man seemed to mesh well with Cecilia. Love aside, Mark believed they could have had a fulfilling life post-marriage.

His emotions were a tangle.

was a blend of relief

her playful zest, scampered toward Mark, intending to Leap into his embrace, but the treadmill stood in

feet, craning her neck to look up at

Mark scooped

how handsome her father was, she planted kisses on his face, leaving a trail

Mark didn’t mind.

slowly behind Cecilia, Olivia secure in

he managed to ask, “Did you care for him?” Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt

downcast, Cecilia offered

did, would you cease to appear before me,

pang of pain shot through Mark’s

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