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 next month.

into the distance. He couldn’t quite identify

must be liberation,

be entangled with her or endure the ridicule of others for having

through. “Nathaniel, is

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

let your guard down with the little deaf girl—she surely has more tricks up her sleeve,”

of being entangled with Cecilia, who would believe she had

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

but Cecilia didn’t respond. The driver quickly pulled

They hadn’t reached

watching his lips move before she realized she couldn’t hear again.

driver typed a message on his phone,

fingertips registering the warm sensation

used

“I’m often like this—it’s

her into a swimming pool.

marked the beginning of her hearing issues. It had been manageable until

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

her long-time primary physician, greeted her with concern. “Dr. Zagon,” Cecilia said,

had taken her a while to remember that she was supposed to divorce Nathaniel.

reviewed her recent diagnostic report, his expression grave. “Ms. Smith,

Psychological level…

test. The diagnosis confirmed that she was also suffering

She wrote down everything that had happened recently and left it by her bed so

picked up her phone, searching

I hope you can do your best to heal yourself instead of fantasizing that someone

silence, Cecilia turned off