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.

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

rooted to the spot, watching as the taxi disappeared into the distance. He couldn’t quite identify the feeling stirring

must be liberation,

be entangled with her or endure the ridicule of others

“Nathaniel, is it all taken

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

there’s a cool off period. Don’t let your guard down with the little deaf girl—she surely has more tricks up her

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

the raindrops slide down the glass, lost in thought. The

but Cecilia didn’t respond.

They hadn’t reached their destination yet—why had they

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

message on his phone,

up, her fingertips registering the

used

said, “I’m often like this—it’s not

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

hearing issues. It had been manageable

the nearest hospital. Cecilia thanked him and went to

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

to divorce Nathaniel. So, she had arrived at City Hall early,

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

Psychological level…

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

notebook and a pen. She wrote down everything that had happened recently and left it by her bed so it would be the first thing she saw when she woke

up her phone, searching for methods to

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

silence, Cecilia turned off her phone and closed her