When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 22 Finalize Our Divorce Sooner

How was that “advice“? It was clearly “disciplining!”

In the past, from Nathaniel’s family down to Mason, the secretaries, and the servants at Rainsworth Manor, they all had the right to “discipline” Cecilia.

Cecilia had to keep a smile on her face and be grateful.

But now, she no longer wanted to wrong herself.

Cecilia clenched her hands tightly, which was hanging at her sides.

She looked at Mason again, her eyes filled with coldness. “What does his anger have to do with me?”

“If there’s nothing else, I’ll excuse myself.”

Mason felt a shiver run down his spine under her icy gaze.

By the time he came to his senses, the door had already been shut..

This was the first time Mason had experienced having a door shut in his face.

In the past few years, he had always been the one ignoring Cecilia. Why did the tables turn now? Could it be that she really no longer wanted to please Mr. Rainsworth?This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

Cecilia knew that once Mason went back, he would definitely complain to Nathaniel.

Feeling exhausted, she sat on the couch, waiting for Nathaniel’s rebuke.

Just as she expected, Mason added fuel to fire when he reported them back to Nathaniel.

That day, the wind howled fiercely, causing the windows to rattle.

Cecilia curled up on the couch, feeling cold despite it being early summer.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before she finally heard the doorbell ring.

She slowly stood up and opened the door. She didn’t need to look to know who was standing. there.

The man’s tall and upright figure made her seem exceptionally petite in comparison.

Cecilia looked up, meeting Nathaniel’s dark eyes, as deep as an ancient well, and calmly spoke. “Did Mr. Sanders tell you?”

Nathaniel, with a face cold as ice, threw a stack of photos at Cecilia’s feet.

“I was originally going to leave you some dignity.”

Cecilia froze for a moment.

She looked down and saw photo after photo of herself and Calvin scattered on the floor.

Aside from some ambiguously suggestive photos taken out of context, there wasn’t anything. inappropriate.

Before she could explain, Nathaniel continued, “I had thought that everything before was just a misunderstanding. I thought you were innocent, and I had even considered starting over with you.”

Considered…

Cecilia’s ears buzzed, and her throat felt dry and bitter. When she spoke, her voice was hoarse.

“Really? Then I’m sorry to have let you down.”

They had been married for three years.

She believed that she had been dutiful and committed, without any involvement with any man.

But in the end, she was still given such a disgraceful label.

Cecilia’s eyes grew moist, but she forced herself to suppress her feelings and looked calmly at. Nathaniel. “In that case, let’s finalize the divorce as soon as possible. I apologize for not showing up last time. This time, I won’t miss it.”

Nathaniel had expected her to explain!

Unexpectedly, she proposed a divorce once again.

In that moment, the fury he had been struggling to contain erupted. He moved closer to Cecilia, closing the distance between them.

“You’re that eager to be with him? Do you even know who he is? If it weren’t for me, Nathaniel Rainsworth, do you think any man would want you?”

“Cecilia was backed into the corner, listening to his cruel words in utter disbelief.

What did he mean, if it weren’t for him?

Nathaniel didn’t stop. His large hand landed on her frail shoulder.

She felt even thinner than before, nearly reduced to just bones.

His heart trembled, unable to comprehend why she had become so thin.

“Don’t touch me!”

The heat of his touch brought Cecilia back to her senses. Her eyes reddened as she tried to push Nathaniel away.

However, it was futile.

Even a healthy woman wouldn’t necessarily be a match for a man’s strength, and she was far from healthy.

His relentless kisses fell upon her, as the rain outside seemed to intensify.

Cecilia lay on the cold bed, her ears ringing, while sharp spasms shot through her abdomen.