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?

unable to sleep.

chosen to marry you. If I had known… that you’ve always had feelings for Stella… I would have never married you. If I had known that my father would be in a car accident on my wedding day,

outside Cecilia’s room, almost unconsciously. It had been over a

door open and stepped inside. The room was

on the light. The room looked barren,

and opened the bedside drawer. Inside, he

who truly chooses to leave experiences the greatest pain. This is because her heart has already

All these years I’ve spent with you, don’t you think I’ve suffered too?” he

the notebook had been neatly

didn’t sleep again

off with Cecilia over the past few days, but he couldn’t quite figure out what

call from Martha. “Cal, could you please check

sat up, concerned. “What

something happened to Ceci. She 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