When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 1 First Love

A heavy rain began to pour relentlessly.

At the entrance of the hospital.

Standing at the hospital entrance, Cecilia Smith clutched the pregnancy test report in her delicate, frail hand. The result was unmistakable: not pregnant.

“Three years into marriage and you’re still not pregnant?”

“You’re so useless. If you don’t get pregnant soon, the Rainsworth family will kick you out. What will become of the Smith family then?”

Dressed to the nines and teetering on her high heels, Paula Escobar, Cecilia’s mother, pointed at her, her face a mask of disappointment.

Cecilia’s eyes were empty. The words she longed to speak were stuck in her heart, finally condensing into a single sentence.

“I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want you to apologize. What I want is for you to have a child with Nathaniel. Do you understand?”

Cecilia’s throat felt parched. She was unsure of how to respond to her.

They had been married for three years, yet her husband, Nathaniel Rainsworth, had never laid a hand on her.

How could there possibly be a child?

Upon seeing her display of helplessness, Paula felt she was nothing like herself.

“If you really can’t manage, then help Nathaniel find a woman outside. He will surely remember your kindness.”

Cecilia stared in disbelief at the retreating figure of her mother, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Her biological mother, astonishingly, had asked her to find another woman for her own husband.

A chill instantly froze her heart to its core.

As Cecilia sat in the car heading home, Paula’s last words echoed in her mind, accompanied by a sudden, intermittent roaring in her ears.

She knew her illness had worsened.

At that moment, she received a text message.

The message came from Nathaniel, as consistent as ever over the past three years. It read: I won’t be coming home tonight.

Throughout their three years of marriage, Nathaniel had never spent a single night at home, nor did he ever touch her.

Cecilia still remembered their wedding night three years ago.

He had said, “Since you from the Smith family dare to trick me into marriage, then be ready to face a lifetime of solitude.”

and Rainsworth families had

promise had already been made, a mutual benefit

minds. They transferred all of their assets, including the several billion given to Nathaniel

responded to

test report in her hand

got home, she tossed it

this particular time, she would feel especially

spent a while leaning on the

heard a rumbling

why Nathaniel despised her. She was hard of hearing, which, in high society, was akin to having

allow her to

clock emitted a dull

was five in

hour, Nathaniel would be

that she had

got up to prepare breakfast for Nathaniel, fearing even a moment’s

stringent regard for time. Once, Cecilia had to

send her a single message nor spoke a

six o’clock, Nathaniel returned

impeccably dressed in a suit, his tall and slender figure exuding a restrained elegance. His handsome features were striking,

reflection was nothing

out a chair and sat down. “You don’t need to make breakfast for

Cecilia was taken aback.

was instinct or something else, but the words she uttered reflected a humility she herself

I do

eyes meeting Cecilia’s face, which had stayed impassive for the past three years. His lips

is a wife, not a

three years, Cecilia was always seen wearing the same light gray attire. Even when responding to

of the Smith family, Nathaniel

simply not his

is a wife, not

ringing in Cecilia’s ears grew

in her throat, and yet, she uttered the word that Nathaniel disliked

“Okay.”

found himself feeling particularly moody, even his favorite breakfast on the table seemed unusually

his feet, pulling the

Cecilia mustered her

there

eyes to darken. “What

the person standing before

but also the man she had pursued and loved for

down the bitterness in her throat, Cecilia thought about Paula’s words and said, “Nathaniel,

sentence, Nathaniel had already

“You’re crazy.”