Mark stood up, walked to the window, and smoked silently.

He muttered something about compensating her for her companionship over the past six months.

Cecilia didn't respond, but the tears rolling down her cheeks spoke volumes. Still, she sat there stubbornly, hoping that Mark would suddenly turn around, hug her, and tell her that he was just joking...

That everything was just one big joke...

She waited for what felt like an eternity, but he didn't hug her. He didn't even look back at her.