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.

unusually calm. “See you next month. Take care,” she said before stepping into the rain

into the distance. He couldn’t quite identify

must be liberation,

her or endure the ridicule of others

“Nathaniel, is it

“Yeah,” Nathaniel replied.

guard down with

over a decade of being entangled with Cecilia, who would

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

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

reached their destination yet—why had

before she realized she couldn’t hear

driver typed a message on his phone, showing her the

up, her fingertips registering the

gotten used

she said, “I’m often

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

her hearing issues. It had been manageable until recently, when it started happening frequently

on taking her to the nearest

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

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

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

Psychological level…

The diagnosis confirmed that

to the motel, Cecilia bought a notebook and a pen. She wrote down everything that had happened recently and

rest, Cecilia picked up her phone, searching for methods

I hope you can do your best to heal yourself instead

silence, Cecilia turned off her phone and closed her