Together, the three of them walked out of the hospital's VIP room. Their footsteps echoed down the corridor, leaving behind stunned silence and a family still grappling with what they had just witnessed.
However Director Marcus stood rooted in place, his hands trembling slightly at his sides. His heart screamed to follow her, to at least walk Cecilia out, to exchange a few words anything. But he dared not. The weight of her presence was too much. He knew deep down that he wasn't even worthy of standing beside her. She was far beyond his reach, far beyond the level he had spent his whole life struggling to attain.
Yet what burned him even more was the man at her side, Mark.
The thought twisted his insides with rage. Why was it always Mark? Why did this young billionaire seem to effortlessly gather everything he himself desired but could not attain?
First it was Stella.
