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?

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

and brother did, I would have never… chosen to marry you. If I had known… that you’ve always had feelings for Stella… I would have

almost unconsciously. It had been

door open and stepped inside. The room was pitch black, and the

the light. The room looked

down heavily and opened the bedside drawer. Inside, he

the one who truly chooses to leave experiences the greatest pain. This is because

you, don’t you think I’ve suffered too?” he muttered, tossing the notebook

he left the room, the notebook had been

didn’t sleep again

either. He sensed that something was off with

could you please check

sat up, concerned.

home,” Martha said, her voice trembling. Tears streamed down her face as she continued, “I was terrified, but when I called her, no one