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.

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

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

be

her or endure the ridicule of others for having such

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

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

Don’t let your guard down with

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

down the glass, lost in thought. The driver glanced at the

Miss!” he called out several times, but Cecilia didn’t

hadn’t reached their destination

watching his lips move before she realized she couldn’t

on his phone, showing

sluggishly reached up, her fingertips registering

used to

she said, “I’m often like this—it’s

a social gathering, Zachary had pushed her into a swimming pool. Cecilia, unable to

marked the beginning of her hearing issues. It had been manageable until recently, when it started happening

the nearest hospital. Cecilia thanked him

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

was supposed to divorce Nathaniel. So, she had arrived

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

Psychological level…

that she was also suffering from depression. Severe

that had happened recently and left it by her

rest, Cecilia picked up her phone, searching for methods

quote: I hope you can do your best to

turned off her