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?

bedroom, Nathaniel found himself unable to sleep. Cecilia’s words kept

had known what my mother 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 never married you. If I

almost unconsciously. It had been over a month since she

door open and stepped inside. The room

The room looked barren,

sat down heavily and opened the bedside drawer.

pages, a single sentence was written: I believe that the one who truly chooses to leave experiences the greatest pain. This is because her heart has already endured countless struggles before she finally made up

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

the room, the notebook had been neatly placed

didn’t sleep again

sensed that something was off with Cecilia

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

up, concerned.

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 when I called her, no one answered.