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

Chapter 15 The Last Goodbye

The phone slipped from Cecilia’s grasp, falling into the rain–soaked ground as its screen gradually faded into darkness.

Leaning against her father’s tombstone, she clutched the puppet tightly in her arms, braving the relentless rain. It felt as if she could see her father approaching with a gentle smile on his face.

Those who loved deeply were idealists, while those who seldom loved were realists. Regardless of which one they were, in the end, there would always be regrets.

At Daltonia Villa, Nathaniel stared at the disconnected call, a surge of unease gnawing at him.

He dialed her number again but was only met with the cold, automated voice, “Sorry, the number you have dialed is currently unavailable. Please try again later…

He got up, put on his coat, and was about to leave. But as he reached the door, he paused.

Cecilia is definitely playing hard to get. We’re on the brink of divorce–why should it matter to me what she did?

found himself unable to sleep. Cecilia’s words kept echoing in his

If I had known… that you’ve always had feelings for Stella… I would have never married you. If I had known that

found himself standing outside Cecilia’s room, almost unconsciously. It had been over a month since

inside. The room was pitch black, and the emptiness felt

The room looked barren, devoid

the bedside drawer.

truly chooses to leave experiences the greatest

handwriting. “Pain? All these years I’ve spent with you, don’t you think I’ve suffered too?”

left the room, the notebook had been

sleep again

He sensed that something was off with Cecilia over the past few days, but he couldn’t quite figure out what it

Martha. “Cal, could you please check on Ceci for me? I just had a really strange

up, concerned. “What

came to me, drenched from the rain, begging me not to forget to take her home,” Martha said, her voice trembling. Tears streamed down her face as she continued, “I was terrified, but