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.”

families had formed

promise had already been made, a mutual benefit shared between both

They transferred all of their assets, including the several

but she responded to Nathaniel’s

realizing it, she had crumpled the pregnancy test

got home, she tossed it into

time,

a while leaning on

heard a rumbling

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

possibly allow her to have

wall clock emitted a dull

five in

hour, Nathaniel would

that she had unknowingly spent the entire night asleep

to prepare breakfast for Nathaniel, fearing even

was meticulous in his work, with a stringent regard for time. Once, Cecilia had to attend her father’s funeral and forgot to

a single message nor spoke a word to her for an entire

six o’clock, Nathaniel returned

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

his reflection was nothing but cold and

and sat down.

Cecilia was taken aback.

or something else, but the words she uttered reflected a humility she herself hadn’t even

I do something

face, which had stayed impassive for the past

I want is a

gray attire. Even when responding to text messages, she would use the same

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

simply

is a wife, not

Cecilia’s

yet, she uttered the

“Okay.”

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

pulling the chair back in irritation, ready to

his surprise, Cecilia mustered her courage and seized his

there

sudden question caused Nathaniel’s eyes to darken. “What

at the person

three years, but also the man

in her throat, Cecilia thought about Paula’s words and said, “Nathaniel, if there’s someone you

her sentence, Nathaniel

“You’re crazy.”