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

Chapter 9 Do Not Regret This

Upon reaching City Hall, Nathaniel checked his watch; it was exactly ten o’clock.

He was about to call Cecilia to see if she had arrived when he spotted her standing under a large tree in the distance, dressed in dark, somber clothing. From afar, amidst the faint drizzle, she looked especially frail, as though a light breeze could knock her over.

He recalled how vibrant Cecilia had been when they first got married—youthful, radiant, full of life. But now, she seemed lifeless and disturbingly thin.

Umbrella in hand, Nathaniel walked straight toward her. It took a moment for Cecilia to notice him.

As she observed him, she realized that despite the three years that had passed, Nathaniel had hardly changed. He was still as handsome and spirited as ever, but now there was an added air of maturity and competence.

Cecilia felt a strange sense of disorientation, as if the past three years had slipped by in the blink of an eye, yet also felt like they had consumed an entire lifetime.

Nathaniel approached, his dark eyes coldly staring at her, expecting an apology.

She’s finally had enough of the theatrics!

But to his surprise, Cecilia simply said, “I’ve kept you from your work. Let’s head inside.”

Nathaniel’s expression stiffened, quickly turning cold. “Don’t regret this,” he uttered, then turned and walked toward City Hall.

Cecilia watched him walk away, a pang of heartache hitting her.

Do I regret it? I’m not sure. All I know is that I’m tired.

When a person decided to leave, it was often because they had lost all hope, their heart filled to the brim with disappointment.

At the divorce processing window, when the staff member asked if they had truly decided to divorce, Cecilia answered confidently. “Yes.”

Her resolute gaze made Nathaniel feel a sudden heaviness.

After completing the formalities, they were informed of the cool off period. They would have to return in a month to finalize the divorce. If they did nothing, the application would automatically become void.

they stepped out of City Hall, Cecilia looked at Nathaniel, her composure unusually calm. “See you next month. Take care,” she said before

as the taxi disappeared into the distance. He couldn’t quite identify the

be liberation,

to be entangled with her or endure the ridicule

came through. “Nathaniel, is it all taken

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

your guard down with the little

over a decade of being entangled with Cecilia, who would believe she had suddenly decided to let

against the car window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass, lost in thought. The driver glanced at the

out several times, but Cecilia didn’t respond. The driver quickly pulled

around. They hadn’t reached their destination yet—why had

lips move before she realized she couldn’t hear again. “What did you

driver typed a message on

fingertips registering the warm

gotten used

okay,” she said, “I’m often like this—it’s not a big

had pushed her into a swimming pool.

beginning of her hearing issues. It had been manageable until recently, when it started happening

uneasy, insisted on taking her to the nearest hospital. Cecilia

long-time primary physician, greeted her with concern. “Dr. Zagon,” Cecilia said, “I’ve noticed my memory failing me lately.

to divorce Nathaniel. So, she had

Smith, I recommend you consider

Psychological level…

The diagnosis confirmed that she

to the motel, Cecilia bought a notebook and a pen. She wrote down everything that had happened recently and left it by her bed so it

was time to rest, Cecilia picked up her phone, searching for methods

hope you can do your best to heal yourself instead of fantasizing that someone else

silence, Cecilia turned off