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

good. Take care of yourself

tone sounded as though he

asked, “When will we

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

stalling and asked, “When

“At least four months.”

on an expedition

he returned, she would be heavily

Cecilia fell silent.

softly,

wife unbearable for one

held back tears

of the phone, Mark emitted a

was a rare occurrence for both

shared such laughter

Mark sighed.

my flight soon

last, their relationship had

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

abruptly

to the staircase, she slammed the

covered her mouth, slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into

as he held

he

But she couldn’t hear.

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

still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia

lay there, his hand

had a severe

there was no guarantee of

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

the best thing

Peter was sad.

wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change

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

no idea that Cecilia was just a

she was carrying his

had chosen to bear this burden alone

letting go

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

no regrets about

room, the doctors urged Mark to

lawyer and drafted

gave Cecilia full custody

cash and property, and even named Edwin as the sole successor to the Evans Gardon in

the house on Gamous

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

signed his

that, he clutched his abdomen, lost in thought

to deliver the divorce papers

signed the papers and completed the necessary formalities,

lay on the bed, his body covered in sweat due to the pain he

firmly said, “If you don’t go,

but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more

in her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please

left with

not to cry. She always loves

help burst into tears

arrived back

she allowed herself and two

the living room, she was lost in thought, her arms wrapped around her

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the door,

Peter and a stranger

was slightly surprised by

were there to

deep breath,

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

won’t feel sorry for me.

expressing his thoughts but, in

in a dilemma as he genuinely wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might soften her heart, especially considering their deep feelings

he was well aware of

permit him to disclose it

allowed them inside, and they

said, “The environment is good. Did Edwin go to

them

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

is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome all

her eyes,

a brief silence, she softly asked,

eyes glistened with

while Cecilia clearly still cared about him.

part ways, it would

Peter’s deep sadness, he still instructed the

the room, promptly retrieved the document and began

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

What did he mean?

may harbor toward him. But Cecilia…

couldn’t bring himself to continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to tell

couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind his

she took the document and

various assets. However, she made

accepting the house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon on behalf of

the possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in the

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

gaze remained fixed on the papers, and

finally the end

she might not have signed the agreement. He felt a

could

left, Peter pat Cecilia on her shoulder and said, “He wanted me to tell you not to cry, so please don’t cry,

hold back her

away, she was overwhelmed with

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

she called the

beefsteaks and mashed

no appetite, but her unborn child needed

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