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

promise had already been made, a mutual benefit shared between

transferred all

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

crumpled the pregnancy test report in her

she got home, she tossed it into the

this particular time, she would feel especially

a while leaning on the couch, drifting

a rumbling

Nathaniel despised her. She was hard of hearing,

could Nathaniel possibly allow her to have a child in

emitted a dull

was five

hour, Nathaniel would

did Cecilia realize that she had

hurriedly got up to prepare breakfast for Nathaniel, fearing even

Cecilia had to attend her father’s funeral

her a single message nor spoke

six o’clock,

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

his reflection was nothing but

Cecilia, he pulled out a chair and sat down.

Cecilia was taken aback.

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

I do

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

want is a wife, not a

attire. Even when responding to

and the deception of the Smith

simply not his

I want is a wife, not a

Cecilia’s ears grew

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

“Okay.”

Nathaniel found himself feeling particularly moody, even his favorite breakfast

rose to his feet, pulling the chair back

surprise, Cecilia mustered her courage

is there

eyes to

up at the person standing before

not just her husband of three years, but also the man she had

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

she could finish her sentence, Nathaniel had already

“You’re crazy.”