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 to eat properly,

though he

hesitated for a moment and asked, “When will

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

he was stalling and

“At least four months.”

expedition to

the time he returned, she would

Cecilia fell silent.

softly,

being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are

held back tears and

the other end of the phone,

their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for both

though they hadn’t shared

Mark sighed.

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

relationship had reached this

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

abruptly

she slammed the door

mouth, slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

into the elevator, with

as he held

a while, he muttered,

But she couldn’t hear.

accompanied Mark, and even

There was still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia away?

lay there, his hand

had a severe stomach

the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the problem not

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

was the best thing he could

Peter was sad.

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

can’t wait. Peter, Cecilia was only 29 years old when 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 a

he had no idea that Cecilia was

was carrying his

chosen to bear this burden alone while he

go

would welcome

had no regrets about his

Mark to undergo

a lawyer and drafted a

gave Cecilia full custody of

offered cash and property, and even named Edwin as the sole successor

house on

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

signed

abdomen, lost

the divorce papers

the necessary formalities, their marriage would

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

you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

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

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

left with

“Tell her not to

couldn’t help burst into tears

arrived back at her

she allowed herself and two nannies a

room, she was lost in thought, her arms wrapped

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the door, hastily wiping

saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a

was slightly surprised

they were there to

a deep breath, she opened the

your eyes red? Are

won’t feel sorry for me. If I sign it, we will be

expressing his thoughts but, in

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

was well aware of

permit him to disclose

inside, and they took

said, “The environment is good. Did

them ice

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

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.

her eyes, pondering the

she softly asked,

eyes glistened

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

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

still instructed the man beside him,

atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved the

only part she clearly grasped was that Mark had bequeathed

What did he mean?

anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can no

the complete truth.

couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind his

document and carefully reviewed its

granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice not to

accepting the house on Gamous Road and declined to receive

children in the future,

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

her gaze remained fixed on the papers, and her eyes welled up

finally the end

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

was right. How could he keep

pat Cecilia on her shoulder and said, “He wanted me to

hold back

sending them away, she was overwhelmed with remorse, her

felt the pangs of hunger intensifying as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled

she called the

beefsteaks and mashed potatoes

no appetite, but her unborn child

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