Cecilia called the nanny.

The nanny, filled with anxiety, feared Cecilia’s disappointment.

Cecilia reassured her, “Don’t worry. You don’t have to follow Mr. Evans’ orders anymore. You can return to work now.”

Thirty minutes later, two household servants arrived to handle the chores.

Cecilia got Edwin ready for the morning.

He noticed that his breakfast tasted different and asked, “Dad was here last night, wasn’t he?”

“Yes,”

“He also made us breakfast.”

Cecilia gently patted Edwin’s head.

She couldn’t bring herself to eat Mark’s breakfast. Just a bite would stir up painful emotions.

Her love for Mark, spanning many years, wouldn’t wane easily.

Cecilia settled for some instant noodles.

Her work was scheduled for ten in the morning. She had enough time to drop Edwin at school before heading to the gym.

After a few mouthfuls, she felt sick.

A familiar and unsettling sensation hit her.

Cecilia’s face grew pale.

Concerned, a servant approached and asked, “Miss Fowler, are you alright?”

Edwin looked anxious.

Cecilia held her chest and forced a smile.

“Maybe these instant noodles have gone bad. I need to use the bathroom.”

She hurriedly left.

The servant checked the instant noodles’ production date, muttering, “Strange. They aren’t expired.”

In the master bedroom’s bathroom, Cecilia retched but couldn’t vomit anything. A heavy weight pressed on her chest.

She splashed cold water on her face but couldn’t find relief.

The events from the other day replayed in her mind. She had told Mark about wanting a daughter.

They had sex without protection.

Cecilia placed her hand on her belly and gazed at her reflection in the mirror.

Water dripped from her face.

Her eyes mirrored her confusion.

She might be pregnant.

Edwin’s footsteps neared.

The little boy embraced her from behind and whispered, “Mommy, did you drink too much last night? Do you have a headache?”

Tears welled up in Cecilia’s eyes.

Though her thoughts were a mess, she turned to hug Edwin gently.

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Just a little discomfort.”

“Mom, you should rest more,” Edwin advised, wrapping his arms around her.

Cecilia mustered a smile, enduring her stomach’s discomfort.

She placed Edwin’s bag on his shoulder and drove him to school.

Edwin happily trotted off to school.

Cecilia returned to her car, lost in thought.

She had drunk wine last night. Could it affect her potential pregnancy?

Should she even keep this baby?

The more she pondered, the more unease filled her. Finally, she decided to visit the hospital for a check-up.

She went there discreetly for she didn’t want to disturb anyone.

An hour later, her test report came back positive.

She had been pregnant for almost five weeks, and the doctor assured her the fetus was healthy.

However, Cecilia couldn’t find happiness in this news.

She left the examination room slowly. The corridor was filled with couples, joy painted on their faces as they awaited their prenatal check-ups.

She felt like the only person who didn’t know where to go.

Despite her fragility, she couldn’t bring herself to call Mark, as she was determined to end their relationship.

If he knew she was pregnant, he wouldn’t let her go.

Cecilia bit her lips slightly and was about to leave the hospital.

As she reached the elevator, her phone rang.

It was a call from Mark.

She hesitated, then answered.

“What do you want?”

On the other end, Mark remained silent for a long time. Just when she thought of hanging up, he said softly, “I heard from the servant that you weren’t feeling well. Did you go to the hospital?”

Cecilia wanted to cry.

She lowered her head and gently covered her belly.

feeling much better

“That’s good. Take care of yourself and remember to eat

tone sounded as though

hesitated for a moment and asked,

After a while, he replied quietly, “I’m on a business trip. We can sign them when

was stalling and asked, “When

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition to the North

time he returned, she would be

Cecilia fell silent.

softly,

you so eager to break up with me? Is being my wife unbearable for one more day?

back tears and

the other end of the phone,

laughter was a rare

appeared as though they hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

my flight soon I’ll have Peter

relationship

longed for this, but she couldn’t help crying. In just

and abruptly ended the

to the staircase, she slammed the

her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

wheeled into

pale as he held the

while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even

this? There was still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia away? It’s hard to take back what

there, his hand placed gently

had a

surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the

to her. Despite his efforts, the only

free was the best thing he could do for

Peter was sad.

Maybe your perspective would change after you recover. Why are you so

only 29 years old when we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I delay her for a few more years, it will be tough for

idea that Cecilia was just a wall away from

so, she was carrying

burden alone while he granted

go

free, she would welcome a new life,

Mark had no

doctors urged Mark to

and drafted a

full custody of

cash and property, and even named Edwin as the

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous

extensive, and even with a high fever of

he signed

his abdomen, lost in thought for a

to deliver the divorce

Cecilia signed the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their marriage would officially

his body covered in

you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

wanted to convince Mark otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than anything

her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please go

begrudgingly left with the

to cry. She always loves to

help burst into

back

herself and

thought, her arms wrapped around her

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door,

and a stranger

slightly surprised by their

were there to deliver the

breath, she opened the

noticing her red eyes, couldn’t help but ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you

interjected, “He won’t feel sorry for me.

expressing his thoughts but, in the end,

illness. He believed that this revelation might soften her heart, especially considering their deep feelings for each

he was well

him to disclose it to

inside, and they took their

said, “The environment

them ice

mind. Mark

possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome all these hardships throughout these years. Do you really want things

eyes, pondering

silence, she softly

glistened with

happening was utterly baffling. Mark awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia

love as they were had to part ways, it would cast doubt on the existence

Peter’s deep sadness, he still instructed the man beside him, “Milo,

heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the document and began reading it

part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on

What did he mean?

the actions he took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can no longer

to continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth. It

couldn’t fully grasp

took the document and carefully reviewed its

her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice not to

and declined to receive Evans Gardon on behalf

in the future, and Edwin might not be the

terms of the agreement and then affixed her signature at

fixed on the papers, and

the

she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of guilt for not giving her the opportunity to know. It was unfair

was right. How could he

on her shoulder and said, “He wanted me to tell

couldn’t hold

was overwhelmed with remorse, her

intensifying as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in

she called the

want beefsteaks and

but her

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