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.

City Hall, Cecilia looked at Nathaniel, her composure unusually calm. “See you next month. Take care,” she said before stepping into

into the distance. He couldn’t

be liberation,

had to be entangled with her or endure the ridicule of others

then, Zachary’s call came through. “Nathaniel, is it all

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

a cool off period. Don’t let your guard down with the little deaf

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

the car window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass, lost in thought. The

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

They hadn’t reached their destination yet—why had

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

typed a message on his phone, showing

fingertips registering the warm sensation

used to

okay,” she said, “I’m often

impairment hadn’t always caused bleeding. Two years ago, at a social gathering, Zachary had pushed her into a swimming pool. Cecilia, unable to swim, had nearly

issues. It had been manageable until recently, when it started

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

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

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

recent diagnostic report, his expression grave. “Ms. Smith, I recommend you consider additional examinations, perhaps on a psychological

Psychological level…

diagnosis confirmed that she was also suffering from depression. Severe depression often

had happened recently and left it by her

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

do your best to heal yourself instead of fantasizing

reading it in silence, Cecilia turned