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.”

years ago, the Smith and Rainsworth families had formed a business alliance through

had already been made, a mutual

minds. They transferred all of their assets, including

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

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

she got home, she tossed it into the trash

particular time, she would feel

dinner and spent a while leaning on the couch, drifting in and

constantly heard a rumbling

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

allow her to have

clock emitted

five

Nathaniel would

that she had unknowingly spent the entire night asleep on

to prepare breakfast

had to attend her father’s funeral and forgot to return on

message nor spoke a word to her for an

o’clock, Nathaniel returned

slender figure exuding a restrained elegance. His

eyes, his reflection was nothing but cold

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

Cecilia was taken aback.

something else, but the words she uttered reflected

do something

had stayed impassive for the past three years. His lips

a wife, not

the same light gray attire. Even when responding to text

of

was simply

is a wife, not a

Cecilia’s

she uttered the word that Nathaniel disliked

“Okay.”

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

the chair back

his surprise, Cecilia mustered her courage and seized

there

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

looked up at the

also the man she had pursued

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

her sentence, Nathaniel had already cut her

“You’re crazy.”