A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1741-1750

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

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

though he was

asked, “When will we sign the divorce

After a while, he replied quietly, “I’m on a business

he was stalling and asked,

“At least four months.”

an expedition to

the time he returned,

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly,

my wife unbearable for

held back tears and

the phone, Mark emitted a small

fallout, laughter was a rare

shared

Mark sighed.

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

their relationship

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

and abruptly ended

staircase, she

slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying

appeared pale as he

a while, he muttered,

But she couldn’t hear.

even Peter’s wife,

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

his hand

a severe

was successful, there was no guarantee of

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

her free was the best thing

Peter was sad.

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

not as young now. If

no idea that Cecilia was just

was

this burden alone while he

letting go

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

no regrets

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

lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement in

Cecilia full

named Edwin as the sole successor to

also specifically bequeathed the house

even with a high fever of 39.5

signed

he clutched his abdomen,

the divorce

Cecilia signed the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their

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

“If you don’t go, I won’t

wanted to convince Mark otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition

please go and give

left with the

not to cry. She always loves

that, Lina couldn’t help burst

arrived back

allowed herself

in thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding tears that she

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door, hastily

Peter and a stranger who

was slightly surprised

then realized that they were there to deliver the

a deep breath,

are your eyes red? Are you crying? If you cry, Mr.

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

considered expressing his thoughts but, in the end,

dilemma as he genuinely wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might

well

to

allowed them inside, and they took their

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

served them ice

mind. Mark was still

he couldn’t bring himself to give up, so he cautiously asked, “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 to end like

lowered her eyes, pondering the

brief silence, she softly asked, “Where

glistened

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

ways, it would cast doubt on the

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

in the room, promptly retrieved the

listened, she found herself in a bewildered state. The only part she clearly grasped was

What did he mean?

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

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

Cecilia couldn’t fully grasp the meaning

document

her various assets. However, she made a

the house on Gamous Road and declined

possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in the future, and Edwin might not

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

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

the end

her well enough to understand that if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed the agreement. He felt

Mark was right. How could he keep

said, “He wanted me to tell you not to cry,

hold

away, she was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind a

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

called

want beefsteaks and mashed

but her unborn

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