But Cecilia snapped at him, "Were you not satisfied last night?"

"You should know that," Mark said as he let go of her, turning his attention back to making breakfast.

Cecilia scoffed and walked out of the kitchen without saying another word. When Mark was done cooking, he invited her to have breakfast.

But she said, "I don't want to eat anything you cook. For crying out loud, Mark, do you really not understand or are you pretending not to understand? It's over between us. I want a divorce. No matter how nice and considerate you try to be right now, it's all a waste of time."

She paused and then added, "Don't make me hate you."

Mark froze.

His face was as white as a sheet.

After what seemed like an eternity, he slowly dished the breakfast out on the plates. He had prepared the kind of food that he knew Cecilia and Edwin liked.

“Enjoy your meal. I'm leaving," he said and made for the door. After putting on his shoes, he left the house.

As the door closed behind him, Cecilia burst into tears.

Why?

Why didn't he just set her free now that she had already given up on him and wanted to move on?

Cecilia called the nanny.

The nanny, filled with anxiety, feared Cecilia's disappointment.

Cecilia reassured her, “Don't worry. You don't have to follow Mr. Evans' orders anymore. You can return to work now."

Thirty minutes later, two household servants arrived to handle the chores.

Cecilia got Edwin ready for the morning.

He noticed that his breakfast tasted different and asked, "Dad was here last night, wasn't he?"

"Yes,"

“He also made us breakfast."