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.

looked at Nathaniel, her composure unusually calm. “See you next month. Take care,”

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

must be

with her or endure the ridicule of

through. “Nathaniel, is it all taken care

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

down with the little deaf girl—she surely

of being entangled with Cecilia, who would believe

taxi, Cecilia leaned against the car window, watching the raindrops slide down the glass, lost in thought. The driver glanced at the rearview mirror and

he called out several times, but

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

the driver, watching his lips move before she realized

on his phone, showing her

sluggishly reached up, her fingertips registering

used

okay,” she said, “I’m often like this—it’s

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

the beginning of her hearing issues. It had been

insisted on taking her to the nearest hospital. Cecilia thanked him and went to see

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

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

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

Psychological level…

The diagnosis confirmed that she was also suffering from depression.

a notebook and a pen. She wrote down everything that had happened recently and left it by her bed

Cecilia picked up her phone, searching for methods

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

it in silence, Cecilia turned