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.

like a ghost! Who would even like a woman

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

that depression could lead to brain damage,

Knock, knock!

the room. Cecilia thought Calvin had returned, so she got up

slender wrist so tightly that it felt as though it might

voice was harsh as he closed the door

your next partner—no wonder you’re so willing to let go!” His words

Calvin with her had ignited a spark

comprehend why Nathaniel’s first love held such a place in his heart, yet nothing she did

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

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

of liquor. He gripped Cecilia’s chin, his eyes rimmed red as

was the first time Cecilia had seen him like this, and she suddenly

eyes narrowed as he retorted sarcastically, “Are you worthy

Cecilia choked back tears.

her ear.

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

moment, Cecilia felt an unexpected sense of

blood seemed to freeze as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. She wanted to resist, to fight back, but it was

the very last moment had passed that

then his gaze shifted to the glaring red stain on the bedsheet. He couldn’t quite describe the

Smack!

sound of a slap echoed through the room as Cecilia struck Nathaniel

hands over her ears, unable to make out what Nathaniel was saying, and cut him off,

he managed to leave. Scenes from the night

car, he dialed his assistant, Mason. “Find

Mason was somewhat bewildered.

Cecilia’s world revolved around Mr.

Cecilia meticulously cleaned herself