Her lips quivered, no words forthcoming.

He released her hand with gentle resignation.

Frustration gnawing at him, he longed for a smoke.

Finally, he spoke, his voice a calm veneer.

“Cecilia, I’ve wronged you, I know. And I feel your resentment. I’ve lived these years, risking everything for you, our kids. I’ve earned your coldness, but I’m aging, Cecilia. I wanna do everything to care for you and our family while I still can. If we prolong this, I fear it’ll be too late.”

His gaze held her. Her vitality contrasted his concealed fear of aging.

the insecurity shadowing his pride. The fear that standing next to her, he’d invite judgment,

to chase her, but a

Cecilia’s heart sank.

him, to grasp his hand, to say she bore no

But she couldn’t.

departed in tears, unaware Mark mirrored her

relationship was a tangle of rights and wrongs, perhaps misguided from the

Mark withdrew. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in

overtures, kept abreast of her life only through snippets. Her career moves,

paths crossed sporadically, thanks to the

wasn’t sure if

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