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.

words echoed in her mind. “You look like a ghost! Who would even like a woman like

off her face and the lipstick from her lips, her pale skin flushing and swelling from the rough

was suffering from depression, Cecilia had sought information about the condition. She knew that depression could lead to brain damage, causing memory loss and cognitive dysfunction. It could make a person dwell on

Knock, knock!

up to open

that it

You’ve truly taken me by surprise!” Nathaniel’s voice was harsh as he closed the door behind

willing to

had ignited a

love held such a place in his heart, yet

eyes, her own reddening at the corners. “We’re just two of a kind,”

in marriage, and Nathaniel had treated her with indifference for three years while still harboring feelings for his first love. Neither of them was nobler

alcohol that night, and his entire being exuded the scent of liquor. He gripped Cecilia’s chin, his eyes rimmed red as

had seen him like

as he retorted

Cecilia choked back tears.

leaned in closer, persisting with his questions by her ear. “Did

the Rainsworth family. She had even

unexpected sense

infuriated, his burning hand moving downward. Cecilia’s blood seemed to freeze as she struggled to

moment had passed that Nathaniel finally calmed

looked at the thin and frail Cecilia, then his gaze shifted to the glaring red stain on the bedsheet. He couldn’t quite

Smack!

Cecilia struck Nathaniel across his handsome face. The slap shattered all her past illusions

ears, unable to make out what Nathaniel

idea how he managed to leave. Scenes from the night before

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

Mason was somewhat bewildered.

Mr. Rainsworth.

Cecilia meticulously cleaned herself over and over