Cecilia fell silent.

Mark sighed softly, his voice trembling.

“Are you so eager to break up with me? Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are you looking for a younger boyfriend?"

Cecilia held back tears and replied, "Yes."

On the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small chuckle.

Following their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both of them.

It appeared as though they hadn't shared such laughter for quite a while.

Mark sighed.

He then said in a trembling voice, "I'm boarding my flight soon I'll have Peter send you the divorce papers. I've already signed them.

At last, their relationship had reached this point.

Mark agreed. Cecilia had longed for this, but she couldn't help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped up their years of love...

She agreed and abruptly ended the call.

Rushing to the staircase, she slammed the door behind her.

She covered her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling drained.

A wall separated them.

A mobile hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying on it.

He appeared pale as he held the phone.

For a while, he muttered, "Cecilia, don't cry."

But she couldn't hear.

Peter accompanied Mark, and even Peter's wife, Lina, joined them.