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

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

though he was saying

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 asked, “When are you coming

“At least four months.”

on an expedition

returned, she would be

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his

Is being my wife unbearable for one more day? Or are you looking for a younger

tears and replied,

the other end of the phone, Mark emitted a small

laughter was a rare occurrence for both of

hadn’t shared such laughter for quite

Mark sighed.

a trembling voice, “I’m boarding my flight soon I’ll have Peter send you the divorce papers. I’ve already signed

relationship

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

agreed and abruptly

staircase, she slammed the door

her mouth, slumping against the wall,

A wall separated them.

wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying

appeared pale as he

while, he

But she couldn’t hear.

even Peter’s wife, Lina,

to do this? There was still hope. Why did you have to push Cecilia away? It’s hard to

there, his hand placed gently

had a

the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee of the problem

his efforts, the only thing he could offer was wealth, which was the last thing

the best thing he

Peter was sad.

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

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

Mark spoke these words, he had no idea that Cecilia was just a wall away

so, she was carrying his

bear this burden alone while he

letting go could

each other free, she would welcome a new life,

no regrets about

the doctors urged Mark to undergo an operation as

he summoned a lawyer and drafted a divorce

full custody of

as the sole successor to the Evans

bequeathed the house on Gamous

and even with a high fever of 39.5

signed his

his abdomen, lost in thought

to deliver the

and completed the necessary formalities, their marriage

his body covered in sweat due to

“If you don’t go, I won’t undergo the

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

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

begrudgingly left with the

her not to cry. She always loves

couldn’t help burst into

back

herself and two nannies

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

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

and approached the door, hastily

peephole, she saw Peter and a stranger who

slightly surprised by their

realized that they were there to deliver the

deep breath, she opened

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

feel sorry for me. If I sign it, we

his thoughts but,

dilemma as he genuinely wished to inform Cecilia about Mark’s illness. He

was well aware of

didn’t permit him to disclose it to

allowed them inside, and

“The environment is good.

served them

right state of mind. Mark was still in the

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

her eyes, pondering the

a brief silence, she softly asked, “Where

glistened with

while Cecilia clearly

love as they were had to part ways,

instructed the man beside him,

heavy atmosphere in the room, promptly retrieved

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

What did he mean?

deserves any anger you may harbor toward him. But Cecilia… For the sake of your shared past, even if you can no longer be a couple, you shouldn’t become enemies,

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

grasp the

she took the document and carefully reviewed its

generous in granting her various assets. However, she made a

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

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

the agreement and then affixed

remained fixed on the papers, and

was finally the end

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

could he

Cecilia on her shoulder and said, “He wanted me to tell you not

Cecilia couldn’t hold back her

was overwhelmed

as twilight settled in that Cecilia snapped out of her reverie. She stumbled into the kitchen in a daze, mechanically opened the cabinet door, and impulsively discarded all her favorite

she called

want beefsteaks and mashed

appetite, but her unborn child

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