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

sounded as though

moment and asked, “When will we sign the divorce

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

he was stalling and asked, “When

“At least four months.”

he on an expedition

time he returned,

Cecilia fell silent.

softly, his voice

Is being my wife unbearable for one more day?

back tears and replied,

end of the phone,

their fallout, laughter was a rare occurrence for

hadn’t shared such

Mark sighed.

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

their relationship had reached this

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

abruptly ended

she slammed

slumping against the wall, feeling

A wall separated them.

bed was wheeled into the elevator, with Mark lying

appeared pale as he held

while, he muttered, “Cecilia, don’t

But she couldn’t hear.

and even Peter’s wife,

“Why did you have to do this? There was still hope. Why did you have to push

lay there, his hand placed gently on

had a severe stomach

the surgery was successful, there was no guarantee

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

was the best thing

Peter was sad.

perspective would change after you recover. Why are you

And look at her; she’s not as young now.

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

she was

this burden alone while

letting go could be

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

had no regrets about

hospital room, the doctors urged Mark to undergo an

lawyer and drafted

Cecilia full custody

as the sole successor to the Evans Gardon in

the house on Gamous

even with a high fever of 39.5 degrees,

he signed his

abdomen,

deliver the divorce papers

the papers and completed the

the bed, his body covered in sweat due

said, “If you don’t go, I

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

eyes, Lina said, “Peter, please go and give the

begrudgingly left with the

her not to cry. She always

help burst into

arrived back

herself

lost in thought, her arms wrapped around her knees, shedding

Suddenly, the doorbell rang.

approached the door, hastily wiping her

the peephole, she saw Peter and a

slightly surprised by

then realized that they were there to

breath, she opened the

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

for me. If I sign it,

his thoughts but, in the end, chose not

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

he was well aware of

to

them inside, and they took

looked around and said, “The environment is good.

served them ice

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. Evan could talk this out? You’ve overcome all these hardships throughout these years. Do you really want things

her eyes, pondering the

a brief silence, she softly asked, “Where is

eyes glistened

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

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

Peter’s deep sadness, he still instructed the man beside

promptly retrieved the document and began reading it

The only part she clearly grasped was that Mark

What did he mean?

he took regarding Cathy’s matters. He fully 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, because…

he reveal the complete truth. It wasn’t her secret to

fully grasp

took the document and carefully

assets. However, she made a

and declined to receive Evans Gardon

more children in the future, and Edwin might not be the

agreement and then affixed her signature at

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

the end of

if she knew the truth about Mark’s illness, she might not have signed

could he

“He wanted me to tell you not to cry, so please

couldn’t hold back her

them away, she was overwhelmed

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

called the

want beefsteaks and mashed

had no appetite, but

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