It's getting serious

It was as if Tracy wouldn't let go of Mark; tears started rolling down her cheeks as she sobbed while still giving him that hug.

“I don't know what my life would have looked like if you didn't show up, Mark. You might not know, but this really means a lot to me”

Soaking his shoulders with her tears. Mark, unmoved, standing like a statue with his moulded face, couldn't figure out what to do with Tracy, perhaps to push her away or eventually reciprocate and hug her back.

All of this continued until a bang on the door interrupted it.

“You ugly piece of shit!!!”

Attention switched towards the door direction, it was Mrs Ava with Emily standing right behind her…

“On my dead husband, I'd make sure you get wiped off the face of the earth”

Boiling in rage, Mrs Ava, approached Tracy who stood behind Mark in a bid to hurt her badly.

“I should have done away with you when I had the chance!”

Coming with a slap that moves as quickly as light, Mark was there to prevent it from hitting the target, intercepting with his arm. Emily was behind, smiling while all of this was going on like she got a pay rise

“This is my woman mom. The one I choose to spend the rest of my life with. And I won't watch you disregard her. Not while I'm here…”

With a surprise on her face, Mrs Ava broke down in tears

“What has happened to you, Mark? You have been bewitched…my son”

Weeping as she held his cheeks, hoping to manipulate his convictions

“Look at me, Mark. Look…I am your mother, only I know what's best for your life, this lady just wants to use you, you have been bewitched. Don't you get it?”

“I'm in my right senses, Mom. Tracy is whom I choose. We are officially married. My lawyer is aware of this and we'd be leaving the city tomorrow”

Tracy, Emily and Mrs Ava got hit by the Shockwave from this utterance

‘Finally…exactly what I wished for…’

Tracy said in her mind, still trying not to express the delight in her mind. Mrs Ava sat on the floor weeping profusely, she's losing her mind, Emily leaned on the door frame with tears filling her eyes

‘I must do something about this, tonight’

Emily is barely able to bear what's happening.

“The devil won. I admit it.”

Wipes her tears, and seems to have given up on the whole situation. Stood up facing Mark

“I gave you everything, taught you everything, just for you to turn against me and sting me”

Mark remained still, maintaining eye contact, with no remorse.

“I admit I've lost on your note. You are such a waste of investment and I regret that you are the only son I have”

Mark smirked, the word seemed like it had no touch on him

“So be it”

He quietly whispered. She chose to ignore him and took a step further to face Tracy

“You would regret your move. I promise you”

Completely clueless, not knowing what kind of gesture to give. Emily was completely sober as she watched her mistress turn her back against them as she approached the door. She followed her mistress as well leaving the room.

Mark then slowly released himself from Tracy, who was leaning on him throughout the whole scene.

“Get your stuff ready tomorrow, we are leaving this house”

Mark calmly said, picking up a Cigar from the table and lighting it up.

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere, far away from here. For your peace.”

Puffing the smokes as he looks sorrowful, inverting his head to the ceiling, looking at absolutely nothing.

“I understand…but Angela?”

“You decide about that…I don't have enough words in me to answer all your questions. Just go and prepare to leave tomorrow morning.”

Tracy, nodding, realises Mark isn't really good at the moment.

“Alright…sir. I'd do that.”

Still inhaling the smoke as he nodded.

“6 AM, be ready…”

Tracy nodded, picking up the card and her phone from the table as she left the room…she paused at the doorstep

“Goodnight, Mark. Thank you once again”

He didn't respond, kept inhaling smoke from the cigar and puffing it in the air…