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

already been made, a mutual benefit shared between

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

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

had crumpled the pregnancy test

she tossed it into the trash

month, at this particular time,

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

rumbling noise in

She was hard of

could Nathaniel possibly allow her to have a child in such

clock emitted a dull

five in

Nathaniel would be

daybreak did Cecilia realize that she had unknowingly spent the

hurriedly got up to prepare breakfast for Nathaniel, fearing

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

single message nor spoke a word to her

o’clock, Nathaniel returned

in a suit, his tall and slender figure exuding a restrained elegance. His handsome features were striking, yet they didn’t lack

in Cecilia’s eyes, his reflection was nothing but cold

at Cecilia, he pulled out a chair and sat

Cecilia was taken aback.

wasn’t sure if it was instinct or something else, but the words she uttered reflected a humility she herself hadn’t even

I do

had stayed impassive for the past

I want is a wife, not a

attire. Even when responding to text messages, she would

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

simply

a wife,

ringing in Cecilia’s

she uttered the word that Nathaniel disliked

“Okay.”

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

feet, pulling the chair back in irritation, ready

her courage and seized

there someone

Nathaniel’s eyes to darken.

at the person

also the man she had pursued and loved for

down the bitterness in her throat, Cecilia thought about Paula’s words and said, “Nathaniel, if there’s someone you like, you can be

her sentence, Nathaniel had already cut

“You’re crazy.”