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.

insecurity shadowing his pride. The fear that

reluctance to chase her, but a

Cecilia’s heart sank.

forgive him, to grasp his hand, to say she

But she couldn’t.

in tears, unaware Mark

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

then on, Mark withdrew. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNʘᴠᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to

abreast of her life only through snippets.

paths crossed sporadically, thanks to the kids, with

if it was

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