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.

much

care of yourself and

as though he was saying

and asked, “When will

taken aback, his voice shaking. After a while, he replied quietly, “I’m on a business trip. We can sign

and

“At least four months.”

expedition

the time he returned, she

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly,

to break up with me? Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are

held back tears and

other end of the phone, Mark emitted a

fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence

hadn’t shared such laughter for

Mark sighed.

said in a trembling voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers.

last, their relationship had reached this

couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds,

abruptly ended the

the staircase, she slammed the door behind

covered her mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying

appeared pale as he held

a while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

even

this? There was still hope. Why did you have to

there, his hand placed gently

had a severe

successful, there was no guarantee of the

considerably older than Cecilia. He realized he couldn’t provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth,

her free was the best thing

Peter was sad.

a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you recover. Why

got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I

had no idea that Cecilia was

she was

chosen to bear this burden alone

go could

free, she would welcome a new life, while he

had no regrets about

Mark to undergo an operation

he summoned a lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement in

full

and even named Edwin as

house

and even with a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted on

signed his

his abdomen, lost

to deliver the divorce

Cecilia signed the papers and completed the necessary

body covered in sweat due to the pain he was

you don’t go, I won’t

Evans’ condition is more critical than anything now. Further delay

Lina said, “Peter, please go and give the divorce papers to

begrudgingly left with

“Tell her not to cry. She always loves

couldn’t help burst into

arrived back

respite, she allowed herself

she was lost in thought, her

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

and approached the door,

saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a

surprised by

realized that they were there to deliver the divorce

deep breath, she opened the

your eyes red?

“He won’t feel sorry for me. If I sign it, we will

but, in the

he genuinely wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed

he was well

permit him to disclose it to

inside, and they took their

and said, “The environment is good.

them ice

Peter was not in the right state of mind. Mark was

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

lowered her eyes,

she softly asked, “Where

eyes glistened

awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia clearly still cared about him. It

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

he still instructed the man beside him,

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

a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed

What did he mean?

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 be a couple, you

reveal the complete

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp

document and carefully reviewed its

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

house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on

remarry and have more children in the future, and Edwin

and then affixed her signature at the end of the

her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled up

the end

not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of guilt for

could he keep

her shoulder and said, “He wanted me to tell you not

hold back her

was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind a

in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, mechanically opened the cabinet door, and impulsively discarded all

called the

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes

no appetite, but

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