Cecilia knew what he was trying to say.

She shook her head and said, "Mark, whether she died or not, it can't change my decision. It's not about whether I love you or not, it's just that I don't want you anymore."

Mark's fingers trembled slightly as he pulled out another cigarette.

But he didn't light it.

Because he knew that she didn't want to inhale smoke.

With tears and bitterness in her eyes, Cecilia looked at him and asked with a smile, "We have registered our marriage. So when can we go through the legal process?"

Clearly, she meant divorce.

Mark quietly broke his cigarette he was holding into two.

He knew there was nothing he could say that would make Cecilia come back.

He knew clearly that he was the one who had failed her.

All Mark could do right now was to stare at her in silence.

He couldn't bring himself to say anything. But he also knew he didn't want to be separated from her.

Cecilia smiled faintly and said in a soft tone devoid of resentment, “Mark, I can't say you're wrong, and neither can you say the same of me. Even though we have different views, we wish each other well.

We've done so much and even given up important things for each other.

But... Maybe we're really not right for each other after all."

From the start, she had made up her mind not to shed any tear.

But now, she was choking with sobs.

Mark raised his hand to touch her face, but she avoided his touch.

"Mr. Evans, that's not appropriate," she reminded him even as she struggled to keep her emotions in check.

Mark's hand was left hanging in mid-air.