Clearly, the boy had learned that his parents were going to be separated.
So Mark told him in a hoarse voice, “No. We won’t divorce.”
Edwin was not very happy to hear this because he felt it was a lie.
He could already see that his parents were not together. His mother had even moved out with him.
Feeling depressed, Edwin lowered his head and began to nimble at the cake listlessly.
When Mark saw this, he relented and touched Edwin’s head affectionately. He could see that the boy was stubborn just Like his mother.
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Truly, Mark’s birthday celebration, if it could be called a celebration, was especially quiet due to the fact that only two people were involved.
This was one of the things that saddened Edwin the most and made him so quiet and cold.
After sharing the cake, Mark left Edwin so the boy could do his homework. He then went straight to his study and sat down. He had so many business decisions to make, but when he opened his laptop and turned it on, he couldn’t read a word.
In fact, he was anxious.
He knew how determined Cecilia was in her plan to leave him. She did not quarrel with him but simply treated him coldly; she had clearly made up her mind to break up with him this time.
Mark didn’t want to divorce her, and she wasn’t even pressuring him to do so.
He knew that all she wanted was to avoid seeing him.
Mark closed his eyes sadly as he imagined how his life would be without her.
Already, he had missed her so much.
In fact, he had also thought several times over the last few days if he had made the right decision to leave the wedding that day.
But the truth was that he just couldn’t regret it, because he had no choice at the time but to go.
Nevertheless, he knew Cecilia was right. He had chosen to be kind and moral, and ended up leaving her and Edwin behind.
By now, it was late night.
After Edwin had gone to sleep, Mark called Cecilia.
He had to call her several times before she finally answered. Her voice was slightly hoarse as she asked him what he wanted.
“Edwin is asleep,” Mark whispered.
“What are you doing?”
His tone was somewhat intimate, and there was a trace of gentleness that one would expect from a husband. This was what Cecilia felt when she heard his voice.