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

though he was

for a moment and asked, “When will we sign

he replied quietly, “I’m

felt he was stalling and asked, “When

“At least four months.”

expedition to the North

returned, she

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly,

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

held back tears and

the

fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both

as though they hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

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

their relationship had reached

this, but she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like they had wrapped up

agreed and abruptly

to the staircase, she slammed the door

mouth, slumping against

A wall separated them.

hospital bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark

as he

he muttered,

But she couldn’t hear.

even Peter’s wife,

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

his hand placed

a

surgery was successful, there was no guarantee

Despite his efforts, the only

best thing

Peter was sad.

didn’t you wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change

we got together. And 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 find

words, he had no idea that Cecilia was just a

she was carrying

bear this burden alone while

letting go

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

Mark had no regrets about

Mark to undergo an operation as

lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement in

full custody of

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

the house on Gamous Road

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

signed

abdomen, lost in thought for a

the divorce

papers and completed the necessary formalities, their marriage

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

said, “If you don’t go, I

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

please go and

left

to cry. She always

Lina couldn’t help burst

arrived back

a respite, she allowed herself and

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

the door, hastily

she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a

surprised

that they were there to deliver the

deep breath, she opened the

eyes, couldn’t help but ask, “Why are your eyes

me.

expressing his thoughts but, in the

wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He believed that this revelation might soften

he was well aware of Mark’s

didn’t permit him to disclose it to

inside, and they took their

looked around and said, “The environment is good.

served them ice

in the right state of mind. Mark was still in the hospital,

careful consideration, he couldn’t bring himself to give up, so he cautiously asked, “Cecilia, is there any possibility and you and Mr.

her eyes, pondering the

she softly asked,

glistened

happening was utterly baffling. Mark awaited surgery in the hospital, while

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

deep sadness, he still instructed the man

sensing the heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the document and began reading

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

What did he mean?

Evans regrets the actions he took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward

couldn’t bring himself to continue, nor could he reveal the complete

fully grasp the meaning

document and carefully

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

the house on Gamous Road and declined to

in the future, and

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

on the papers, and her eyes welled up

was finally the end of their

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

right. How could he

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

hold back her

sending them away, she was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind

of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in

called

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes for

but her unborn child needed

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