When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him (Cecilia and Nathaniel)

Chapter 11 Give It Back To You

Cecilia felt a warm sensation in her right ear, as if fresh blood was trickling out. She stood frozen, unable to move.

Paula looked at her daughter, so feeble and incapable, and felt a profound sadness—not for Cecilia, but for herself.

She picked up the documents from the coffee table and handed them over to Cecilia. “Take a good look,” she said. “This is the choice I’ve made for you.”

Cecilia took the documents and read the bold title: Prenuptial Agreement.

She opened it and skimmed the contents: Ms. Cecilia Smith shall willingly marry Mr. Randy Larke, promising to care for him until old age, never to leave his side. Mr. Randy will ensure the well-being of Ms. Cecilia Smith’s family by providing three hundred million in funds to the Smith family…

Randy Larke was a seventy-eight-year-old seasoned entrepreneur from Tudela. A string in Cecilia’s mind felt as if it were wound too tightly, ready to snap.

Paula continued, “Mr. Larke has stated that he doesn’t mind this being your second marriage. As long as you marry him, he will help the Smith family rise again.”

Paula’s hopeful eyes bore into Cecilia as she stepped forward, placing a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “Sweetheart, you wouldn’t let me and your little brother down, would you?”

Cecilia’s complexion grew increasingly pale. She clenched the agreement in her hand. “Nathaniel and I aren’t fully divorced yet,” she replied.

Paula waved off the concern. “Mr. Larke suggested that you could have the wedding ceremony first and register it afterward,” she said. “Besides, Nathaniel doesn’t love you. I respect your decision to divorce him.”

Realizing that she couldn’t salvage Cecilia’s marriage to Nathaniel, Paula had decided to heed her son’s advice—while her daughter was still young, she would maximize her worth.

Cecilia felt as though her throat was clogged with cotton. “May I ask you something?” she paused before continuing, “Am I really your biological daughter?”

Paula’s expression stiffened. The facade of her pleasant demeanor vanished as she began to chide Cecilia. “Had it not been for giving birth to you, do you think my figure would have changed? That I would have fallen from my pedestal as a world-renowned dancer? You truly disappoint me!”

Growing up, Cecilia could never understand why other mothers loved their children unconditionally, without any resentment or regret. Yet, her own mother wouldn’t spare her a shred of love.

Even now, she didn’t understand. But she had come to accept one thing—she no longer yearned for others to love her.

She carefully placed the contract aside. “I can’t agree to this,” she said.

was instantly infuriated. “How dare you reject me? Your life—it was I who gave it to you! Do whatever I tell you to

looked at her directly. “So, if I give my life back to you, does that mean I don’t

taken aback. “What

life to you, would you cease to be my mother? Would

“Fine. As long as you

her mind. “Give me one

pushed the agreement back toward Cecilia. “If you’re too scared

her high heels. Magnus was waiting at the door, having overheard the conversation. “Mom, she’s not going

for that! After all, she was raised by a nanny, not me. We’ve

heard every word clearly. She rubbed her aching ears, sometimes wishing she could be

felt as though her life had been a complete failure—as if she had never truly

outlet for her emotions. That evening, she made her way to a bar. Seated in a corner,

and handsome features noticed her sitting alone and approached.

him. Compelled by some unseen force, she asked, “Do you

was puzzled. “What are you

I was sick and needed to cheer up, but… I

this, the man—Calvin Reese—felt a

not remember me? Also, what sort of illness is she suffering from that she needs

isn’t the place you should

smiled at him. “You’re a good

bitter

she been through these past few years? Why does she look

he had filed for divorce from Cecilia, he had been letting loose every night, avoiding his usual routines. It had been a while since he returned

the night grew late and everyone was preparing to leave, Stella noticed a familiar

standing in

like

want to confront her?” Stella

need,” Nathaniel replied coldly

to escort her home. “I can manage on my own,” she