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.”

Rainsworth families had formed a business alliance

been made, a mutual benefit shared between both

of the wedding, the Smith family unexpectedly changed their minds. They transferred all of their assets, including the several

Cecilia’s eyes, but she responded to Nathaniel’s message with a simple “okay”

test

she tossed it

particular time,

a while leaning on the couch, drifting in and out of a

rumbling noise in her

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

possibly allow her to have a child in

clock emitted a

five in the

another hour, Nathaniel would

Cecilia realize that she had unknowingly spent the entire night

up to prepare breakfast for Nathaniel, fearing

a stringent regard for time. Once, Cecilia had

didn’t send her a single message nor spoke a word to

six o’clock, Nathaniel

restrained elegance. His handsome features were striking, yet

eyes, his reflection was nothing but

looking at Cecilia, he pulled out a chair and sat down. “You don’t need to make breakfast for

Cecilia was taken aback.

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

I do something

which had stayed

want is a wife,

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

business alliance and the deception of the Smith family, Nathaniel wouldn’t have

was simply

is a

Cecilia’s ears grew

in her throat, and yet, she uttered the word

“Okay.”

himself feeling particularly moody, even his favorite breakfast

his feet, pulling the chair back in irritation, ready

his surprise, Cecilia mustered her

is there someone you

question caused Nathaniel’s eyes

at the

just her husband of three years, but also the man she had

about Paula’s words and said, “Nathaniel, if there’s someone you like,

she could finish her sentence, Nathaniel had already cut

“You’re crazy.”