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

been made, a mutual benefit shared between

minds. They transferred

to Nathaniel’s message

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

home, she tossed it into the

particular time, she would feel

make any dinner and spent a while leaning on the

heard a rumbling noise in her

Nathaniel despised her. She was hard

could Nathaniel possibly allow her to have a child in

clock emitted a

five in the

hour, Nathaniel would be

that she had unknowingly spent the entire

to prepare breakfast

time. Once, Cecilia had to attend

single message nor spoke a word to her for an entire

six o’clock,

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

Cecilia’s eyes, his reflection was nothing but

he pulled out a chair and sat down. “You don’t need to make breakfast for me

Cecilia was taken aback.

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

I do something

stayed impassive for the past three years.

is a wife, not a

Cecilia was always seen wearing the same light gray attire. Even when responding to text messages, she would use the

the deception of the Smith family, Nathaniel

was simply not his

a wife, not a

ringing in Cecilia’s ears

throat, and yet, she

“Okay.”

even his favorite breakfast on the table

rose to his feet, pulling the chair back in irritation,

Cecilia mustered her courage and seized

there

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

at the person standing before

also the man she had pursued and loved

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

sentence, Nathaniel had already

“You’re crazy.”