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.

unusually calm. “See you next month. Take care,” she said

as the taxi disappeared into

be liberation,

no longer had to be entangled with her or endure the ridicule of others for having

“Nathaniel, is it all taken

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

down with the little deaf girl—she surely has more tricks up her

being entangled with Cecilia,

lost in thought. The driver glanced at the rearview

called out several times, but Cecilia didn’t

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

watching his lips move before she realized she

message on his phone, showing her

her fingertips registering the

used to

“I’m often like this—it’s not a

Two years ago, at a social gathering, Zachary had pushed her into a swimming pool. Cecilia,

had been

the nearest hospital. Cecilia thanked him and went to

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

divorce Nathaniel.

reviewed her recent diagnostic report, his expression grave. “Ms. Smith, I recommend

Psychological level…

underwent a psychological test. The diagnosis confirmed that she was also suffering from depression. Severe depression often led to

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

stumbled upon a quote: I hope you can do your best to heal yourself instead of fantasizing that someone else will save

in silence, Cecilia turned