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 formed a

a mutual benefit

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

shadow crossed Cecilia’s eyes, but she responded to Nathaniel’s message with

it, she had crumpled the pregnancy test report in her hand into a

she got home, she tossed

particular time, she would feel

dinner and spent a while leaning on the couch, drifting

rumbling noise

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

her to have a child

wall clock emitted a

was five in

Nathaniel would be

had unknowingly spent the

hurriedly got up to prepare breakfast for Nathaniel, fearing even a

a stringent regard for time. Once, Cecilia had to attend her father’s funeral and forgot

didn’t send her a single message nor

o’clock, Nathaniel returned

suit, his tall and slender figure exuding a restrained elegance. His

eyes, his reflection was nothing but cold

pulled out a chair and

Cecilia was taken aback.

the words she uttered reflected a humility she

do something

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

I want is a

light gray attire. Even when responding to text messages, she would

for the business alliance and the deception of the Smith

simply not his

is a wife, not

in Cecilia’s

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

“Okay.”

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

to his feet, pulling the chair

her

is there

eyes to darken. “What

at the

just her husband of three years, but also

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

her sentence, Nathaniel had

“You’re crazy.”