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.

out of City Hall, Cecilia looked at Nathaniel, her composure unusually calm. “See you

the taxi disappeared into the

must be

endure

came through. “Nathaniel, is it all

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

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

with Cecilia, who would believe she

down the glass, lost in thought. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and was startled to see fresh

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

reached

at the driver, watching his lips move before she realized she couldn’t hear again. “What did you say? I

message on his phone, showing

sluggishly reached up, her fingertips registering

gotten used

okay,” she said, “I’m often like

at a social gathering, Zachary had pushed her into a swimming pool. Cecilia, unable to swim, had nearly drowned, and the trauma had caused her eardrums

issues. It had been manageable until recently, when it

nearest hospital. Cecilia thanked him

concern. “Dr. Zagon,” Cecilia said, “I’ve noticed my memory failing me lately. I keep forgetting what I’m

it had taken her a while to remember that she was supposed to divorce Nathaniel. So, she had arrived at City Hall early, revisiting his text messages

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

Psychological level…

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

recently and left it by

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

your best to heal yourself instead of fantasizing that

in silence, Cecilia turned off