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.

much better

of yourself and remember to

as though he

asked, “When will we

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

and asked, “When are

“At least four months.”

on an expedition to

the time he returned,

Cecilia fell silent.

sighed softly, his voice

break up with me? Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are you

tears and

the

a rare occurrence

they hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the

their relationship had reached this

Cecilia had longed for this, but she couldn’t help crying. In just a few seconds, it felt like

and abruptly

the staircase, she slammed the door

mouth, slumping against the

A wall separated them.

hospital bed was wheeled into the

pale as he

while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

and even Peter’s wife, Lina, joined

still hope. Why did

there, his hand

a

successful, there was no guarantee of the problem not

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

best thing he could

Peter was sad.

didn’t you wait a bit longer? Maybe your perspective would change after you recover. Why are you

Cecilia was only 29 years old when we got together. And look at her; she’s not as young now. If I delay

had no idea that Cecilia was just a wall

she was

had chosen to bear this burden

letting go

set each other free, she would welcome a new

no regrets about

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

drafted a divorce

full custody of

and even named Edwin as the sole successor

specifically bequeathed the house on Gamous Road

a high fever of 39.5 degrees, Mark insisted on reading

signed

he clutched his abdomen, lost in thought for

the

the papers and completed the necessary formalities, their

the bed, his body covered in sweat due to

you don’t go, I won’t

wanted to convince Mark otherwise, but the doctor warned, “Mr. Evans’ condition is more critical than anything now. Further

said, “Peter, please go and give the divorce papers

begrudgingly left

“Tell her not to cry. She always

help

back

a respite, she allowed herself and

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

approached the

peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger who resembled a lawyer holding a

surprised by

they were there to deliver the divorce

deep breath,

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

interjected, “He won’t feel sorry for me.

his thoughts but, in

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

he was well aware of

permit him to disclose

and they took

“The environment is good.

served them ice

mind. Mark was

he cautiously asked, “Cecilia, is there any possibility and you and Mr. Evan

lowered her eyes, pondering the

silence, she softly asked, “Where is the

eyes glistened

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

ways, it would cast doubt

sadness, he still instructed the

the room, promptly retrieved

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

What did he mean?

matters. He fully deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can

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

couldn’t fully grasp the meaning behind his

took the document and carefully reviewed

had been quite generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a deliberate choice not to

the house on Gamous Road and declined to

possibility that Mark might remarry and have more children in the future,

then affixed her signature at the end

on the papers, and her

the end of

to understand that if 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

Mark was right. How could he

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

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her

was overwhelmed with remorse, her mind a

the pangs of hunger intensifying as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze,

called the

and mashed potatoes for

but her

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