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?

to sleep. Cecilia’s words kept

for Stella… I would have never married you. If I had known that my father

found himself standing outside Cecilia’s room, almost unconsciously. It had been

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

on the light. The room looked barren, devoid of any personal

bedside drawer. Inside, he found a small

I believe that the one who truly chooses to leave experiences the greatest pain. This is because her heart has already endured countless struggles

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

left the room, the notebook had been neatly placed back

didn’t sleep again that

off with Cecilia over the past few days, but

“Cal, could you please check on Ceci for me? I just had

sat up, concerned.

down her face as she continued, “I was terrified, but when I called her, no one answered. A few days ago, she told