When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 3 Last Will

“You probably haven’t tasted the sweetness of love yet, have you? You know, when Nathaniel was with me, he would cook for me, and whenever I fell sick, he would be the first one to rush to my side. He once told me the most tender words, ‘Stella, I hope you’re always happy…’ Ceci, did Nathaniel ever tell you he loved you? He used to tell me all the time, but I always thought he was childish…”

Silently, Cecilia listened, reflecting on the years she had spent with Nathaniel over the past three years.

He had never once stepped foot into the kitchen.

When she was ill, he never once expressed a word of concern.

As for love, he had never spoken of it.

Cecilia calmly looked at her. “Are you done talking?”

Stella was taken aback.

Perhaps it was due to Cecilia’s overwhelming calmness or her piercingly clear eyes that seemed to see into one’s soul.

She remained in a daze until the moment Cecilia left.

For some unknown reason, at that moment, Stella seemed to have returned to her initial state—a poor orphan who had to rely on the charity of the Smith family.

Behind the image of the Smith family’s daughter, she was always playing the fool.

Of course, Cecilia couldn’t possibly remain indifferent to what Stella had said.

She had pursued the man she adored for twelve years, only to discover that he too had once passionately loved someone else with the innocence of a child.

Her ear began to throb with pain again. When she reached up to remove her hearing aid, she noticed blood staining it.

She habitually wiped off the blood from it, setting the hearing aid aside.

Unable to fall asleep, she unlocked her phone and tapped into Instagram.

She saw one post after another, all tagging her.

Upon opening it, she found it was filled with photos posted by Stella, visible only to her.

The first photo was a snapshot of Stella and Nathaniel from their university days. They stood side by side, with Nathaniel’s eyes radiating a gentle warmth.

The second photo was a record of their conversation. Nathaniel affectionately wrote: Ella, happy birthday. I will make you the happiest person in the world.

The third photo was of Nathaniel and Stella, hand in hand, leisurely strolling along the beach, their backs to the camera.

and countless more were so overwhelming that they

didn’t dare to continue scrolling, swiftly shutting off her

moment, she suddenly felt the

a sentence

could have endured the darkness, but that was before I had seen the

she habitually set

come and gone, and Nathaniel still hadn’t returned, that Cecilia realized

she sat alone

don’t need to make breakfast for

voice rang

opened her eyes, only to see Nathaniel

“I’m sorry,

Again, those same words…

look at her,

that day were, as usual, a modest shade of soft

penniless, suggesting he had been mistreating

didn’t you forget to come back? Why didn’t you forget that we got married? Why didn’t you forget yourself? You can’t bear to leave me, can you?

a knife,

“Nathaniel, I never wanted

she had always cared about

his laugh laced

coming to my office this

Cecilia was bewildered.

and realized that his

bother engaging in idle

continue living comfortably in Daltonia Villa and keep the Smith family stable, you better make sure

grab something. Once he changed into a fresh

to her earlier indifference. She gently took Cecilia’s hand and said, “Ceci, you should beg Nathaniel. Ask him to give you a child, even if it means using medical

simply stared at her, listening intently as she

already told me that in these past three years, Nathaniel never laid

remark was probably the final straw that broke the

there was never true empathy, only individual interests

Nathaniel would disclose

he truly loves

reflecting on this, she suddenly

“Mom, let go.”

brows knitted together in confusion. “What did

exhausted. I want