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 better

gently, “That’s good. Take care of yourself

as though he was

for a moment and asked,

replied quietly, “I’m on a

he was stalling and asked, “When are you

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition

time he returned, she would be

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

you so eager to break up with me? Is being my wife unbearable

tears

other end of the phone,

their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for

appeared as though they hadn’t shared

Mark sighed.

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

relationship had reached

she couldn’t help crying. In just a

and abruptly

to the staircase, she

slumping against the

A wall separated them.

hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator,

as he held the

he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

Mark, and even Peter’s wife, Lina, joined

consoled Mark, “Why did you have to do this? There was still hope. Why did you have to

his hand placed gently on his

had a severe

there was no

realized he couldn’t provide much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he

was the best thing

Peter was sad.

wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would

look at her; she’s not as young now. If I delay her for a few more years, it will be tough for her to

he had no idea that Cecilia

so, she was

chosen to bear this burden alone while he granted

letting go

they set each other free, she would welcome a new life, while he might end

no regrets about his

the doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation as

a lawyer and drafted

gave Cecilia full custody of

even named Edwin as the sole successor to

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous Road

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

he signed

his abdomen, lost in thought for a

the divorce

Cecilia signed the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their

bed, his body covered in sweat due to

“If you don’t go, I

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

tears in her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please go and give the

begrudgingly left with

her not to cry. She

Lina couldn’t help burst into tears

back at her

a respite, she allowed herself and

alone in the living room, she was lost in thought, her arms

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door, hastily wiping her

the peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a lawyer holding

was slightly surprised by

that they were there to

breath,

ask, “Why are your eyes red? Are you crying? If you cry, Mr. Evans

for me. If I sign

expressing his thoughts but, in the end, chose not

Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might soften her heart, especially considering their deep

well aware of Mark’s

him to disclose it

and they

and said, “The environment is good. Did Edwin

them ice

in the right state of mind. Mark was still in

and Mr. Evan could talk this

lowered her eyes,

silence, she softly asked, “Where is

eyes glistened with

in the hospital, while Cecilia clearly still cared about him. It was such a

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

still instructed the man beside

atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the document and

bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on Gamous

What did he mean?

deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared

he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp

took the document and carefully reviewed

been quite generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice not

on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on behalf of

more children in the future, and Edwin might not be the

terms of the agreement and then affixed her signature at the end of the

she signed, her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes

finally the

enough to understand that if 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

wanted me to tell

Cecilia couldn’t hold

she was overwhelmed

in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a

she called

and

no appetite, but her unborn child

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