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

Chapter 12 Two Of A Kind

As Cecilia looked around, everything felt exceptionally unfamiliar. Once again, she had forgotten the way back.

She pulled out her mobile phone to use the GPS but struggled to recall the name of the place where she was staying.

Calvin had been following her at a distance, worried about her since Nathaniel had left. Seeing Cecilia standing alone, he couldn’t help but approach her.

“Cecilia.”

Startled, Cecilia instinctively thought that Nathaniel had returned. A glimmer of hope sparked in her eyes, but when she turned around, it was replaced by a sense of loss.

Calvin walked toward her. “Do you really not remember me?”

Cecilia gazed at him, struggling to place his face.

“I’m Fatso; have you forgotten?” Calvin prompted gently.

It was then that Cecilia remembered. When she was a child living in the countryside with Martha, she had a friend named Fatso. Calvin had been chubby and shorter than her back then, but now, he had grown into a tall, imposing figure with striking features.

“I remember now; you’ve changed so much that I hardly recognized you.”

Reuniting with an old friend in such a foreign place brought a faint smile to Cecilia’s face, though it was tinged with bitterness that didn’t escape Calvin’s notice.

“Come on, I’ll take you home,” Calvin offered.

After dropping Cecilia off, Calvin was surprised to discover that she was staying in a rundown motel. For someone from a prestigious family like the Rainsworth family, even after a divorce, she shouldn’t have been reduced to such a state.

Cecilia felt uneasy. “Sorry for the trouble,” she said softly. “I live here, but please don’t tell Martha. I’m afraid it would worry her.”

Calvin nodded, unsure of how to comfort her. It was late, and he couldn’t stay indefinitely. After promising to visit her the next day, he left.

As Calvin drove away, he didn’t notice the matte black Cadillac parked in the shadows beneath the building.

For Cecilia, it didn’t matter where she lived. After Calvin left, she felt the discomfort from the drinks she had earlier, her stomach churning and her head spinning.

“You look like a ghost! Who would

her face and the lipstick from her lips, her pale skin flushing

realizing she was suffering from depression, Cecilia had sought information about the condition. She knew that depression could lead to brain

Knock, knock!

up to open the door. But

tightly that

as he closed the door behind him

you’re so willing to let go!” His

a spark of jealousy

couldn’t comprehend why Nathaniel’s first love held such a place in his heart, yet nothing she did seemed to

looked straight into Nathaniel’s furious eyes, her own reddening at the corners. “We’re just two of a kind,” she

him in marriage, and Nathaniel had treated her with indifference for three years while still harboring feelings for his first

liquor. He gripped Cecilia’s

him like

dark eyes narrowed as he retorted sarcastically, “Are you worthy of my

Cecilia choked back tears.

by her ear. “Did he have sex with you much earlier?

the Rainsworth family. She had even turned down occasional invitations from friends. But

an unexpected sense of relief. “What do you think?”

was thoroughly infuriated, his burning hand moving downward. Cecilia’s blood seemed to freeze as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but it was

until the very last moment had

Cecilia, then his gaze shifted to the glaring red stain on the

Smack!

sharp sound of a slap echoed through the room as Cecilia struck Nathaniel across his handsome face. The

hands over her ears, unable to make out what

he managed to leave. Scenes from the

got into the car, he dialed his assistant, Mason. “Find out

Mason was somewhat bewildered.

Mr.

motel, after Nathaniel left, Cecilia meticulously cleaned herself over and over