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 better

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

sounded as though he was

hesitated for a moment and asked, “When will we sign

aback, his voice shaking. After a while, he replied quietly, “I’m on a business trip. We can

was stalling and asked, “When

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition to

he returned,

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly, his

Is being my wife unbearable for one more day?

back tears

end of the phone,

fallout, laughter was a

as though they hadn’t shared such laughter

Mark sighed.

“I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers. I’ve

last, their relationship had reached this

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

agreed and abruptly ended the

staircase, she slammed the

mouth, slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

into the elevator, with Mark lying

appeared pale as he held the

while, he

But she couldn’t hear.

even

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

hand placed gently on

a severe

there was no guarantee of the

much to her. Despite his efforts, the only thing

best

Peter was sad.

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

I 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

spoke these words, he had no idea that

was

this burden alone while

go could

welcome a new life, while he might

no regrets about his

the hospital room, the doctors urged Mark

he summoned a lawyer and drafted a divorce agreement in Cecilia’s

gave Cecilia full

Edwin as the sole successor to the Evans

bequeathed the house on Gamous

fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted on reading through

signed

that, he clutched his abdomen, lost in

deliver the divorce

papers and completed the

covered in

don’t go, I

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

her eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please go and give the divorce papers to

left

her not to cry. She always loves

that, Lina couldn’t help burst into tears

back at

she allowed herself and two nannies a

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

stiffened and approached the

the peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled

slightly surprised by their

then realized that they were there to deliver

deep breath,

are your eyes red?

won’t feel sorry for me. If

thoughts but, in the end, chose

himself 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

he was well aware of Mark’s

didn’t permit him to disclose it to

inside, and they

environment

served them

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

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

eyes, pondering the

brief silence, she softly asked, “Where

glistened

baffling. Mark awaited surgery in the hospital, while Cecilia clearly still cared about him. It was such a perplexing

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

deep sadness, he still instructed the

the room, promptly retrieved the document and began

only part she clearly grasped

What did he mean?

resolutely, “Mr. Evans regrets the actions he took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake

to continue, nor could he reveal the complete truth.

grasp

took the document and carefully reviewed its

granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice

decided against accepting the house on Gamous Road and declined to receive Evans Gardon

in the future, and Edwin might not be the sole

of the agreement and then affixed her

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

the end of their

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 wanted me to tell you not to cry, so please

couldn’t hold back

overwhelmed with

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

called

want beefsteaks and mashed potatoes for

had no appetite, but her unborn child

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