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

good. Take care of yourself

sounded as though

a moment and asked, “When will

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

was stalling and asked,

“At least four months.”

an expedition to the North

returned, she

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are you looking for a younger

held back tears

end of the phone, Mark emitted a small

a rare occurrence

hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers.

last, their relationship had reached

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

agreed and abruptly ended

staircase, she

slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

into the elevator, with

pale as

a while, he muttered,

But she couldn’t hear.

accompanied Mark, and even

hope. Why

lay there, his hand placed gently on his

had a

was successful, there was

her. Despite his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last thing the

was the best thing he could do

Peter was sad.

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

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

no idea that Cecilia was just a wall away from

she was carrying his

chosen to bear this burden alone while he granted

letting go could be

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

no regrets

room, the doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation as soon as

a lawyer and drafted a

full custody of

as the sole successor to the

specifically bequeathed the house on

a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted

signed his

his abdomen, lost in thought for a

hesitated to deliver the divorce papers to

signed the papers and completed the

in sweat due to the

“If you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

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

in her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please

begrudgingly left

to cry. She always loves

couldn’t help

arrived back at her

herself and two nannies

alone in the living room, she was lost in thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding tears that she gently

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door, hastily wiping

and a stranger who resembled a

surprised by their

they were there to deliver

a deep breath, she opened the

your eyes red? Are you

won’t feel sorry for me.

thoughts but, in the

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

was well aware of

to

and they took their

and said, “The environment

them

state of mind. Mark was still in

couldn’t bring himself to give up, so he cautiously asked, “Cecilia, is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan could talk this

lowered her eyes, pondering

brief silence, she softly asked, “Where is the

eyes glistened

while Cecilia clearly still cared about

couple as deeply in 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

room, promptly retrieved the document and began reading it

listened, she found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed the house on

What did he mean?

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

continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp the meaning

document and carefully reviewed its

been quite generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate

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

in the future, and Edwin might not be the sole heir to the

and then affixed

signed, her gaze remained fixed on the

the end of their

understand that if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt a pang of

right. How could he keep holding her

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

hold

overwhelmed with remorse, her mind

intensifying as twilight settled 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 her favorite

called

beefsteaks and

had no appetite, but her unborn child needed

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