Chapter 2: Let's Get a Divorce

Arriving at Cecily and Edwin's home, which was actually a slightly more upscale apartment compared to the villa earlier, there was no comparison between the two.

"Cecily, how about I accompany you upstairs and stay with you for a while? Jenny is really worried."

Cecily shook her head, and she even smiled at Jenny, "Don't worry, I'm fine," she said, then got out of the car.

Jenny watched her slender and petite figure head inside, and she couldn't help but think, if Cecily hadn't been adopted by the Turner family, if she hadn't fallen in love with Edwin, if she hadn't married Edwin, how much better it would have been.

She would definitely find a man who loved her deeply and could make her happy because Cecily deserved it. However, who could say for sure about these "what-ifs"?

In a daze, she entered the house and went straight to the bathroom. She stood under the shower, allowing the water, whether it was hot or cold, to pour over her head and face until she was soaked through.

"Cecily, marry me, will you never regret it?" This was the question Edwin asked her on their wedding day. At the time, her answer was, "I won't regret it."

Even today, if Edwin were to ask her the same question, her answer would be the same, but her state of mind would be different.

Late at night, Cecily lay awake, unsure of the time. She felt a chill run through her body, and suddenly, she heard the sound of a door opening. Shortly after, a cold draft blew in from under the covers, and Cecily shivered. Soon, her back was embraced by arms carrying a mixture of coldness.

He had returned. Cecily's entire body tensed; she had thought he wouldn't come back tonight.

Without a word, the only piece of clothing on her was stripped away by Edwin. Then, as usual, what was supposed to happen began to unfold.

They had been married for over a year, and every time, Edwin behaved this way. Whenever he wanted, regardless of the time or place, whether she consented or not, he could boldly encroach upon her. However, he had a peculiar habit: he never made direct contact with her, and he never kissed her. In the past, Cecily felt that she was to blame and never dared to argue with him.

In the darkness, Cecily lay there, powerless, gripping the sheets tightly. She had no idea how long this humiliating punishment had lasted, but finally, Edwin released his hold on her. She longed to take deep breaths, but found it difficult.

Her eyes were dry and slightly stinging. After a while, Cecily slowly turned her body and heard a cold voice, "Remember to take your pills."

Her heart sank abruptly, and Cecily had to place her hand over her chest to alleviate the discomfort. Edwin had a way of inflicting emotional pain like no other man in the world.

She felt fortunate that it happened in the dark; Edwin couldn't see her in such a humiliated state.

After a while, she regained some strength. Her arms gently encircled Edwin's waist, and she reached up to caress his cheek, tracing his features. She genuinely liked and loved everything about him, which is why she felt so helpless.

Cecily lifted her head, and even in the darkness, she could find Edwin's lips with precision. She kissed him while he was still awake. In the past, she had always done it secretly, waiting for him to fall asleep, as he would get angry. Surprisingly, tonight's Edwin didn't show anger.

He remained entirely still, like an iceberg. Cecily moved closer, her voice slightly choked, yet devoid of tears. "Edwin, let's get a divorce." It was easier to be his sister than his wife. She didn't regret marrying him, but she was tired.

After a moment of silence, Cecily continued, "In the future, you will still be Edwin, the Turner family's eldest son and the CEO of Turner Group, and I will still be the child adopted by the Turner family, your sister."

Just when Cecily thought he had fallen asleep and wouldn't say anything more, Edwin turned her over abruptly.

Their positions changed, with Edwin pressing against her. It was the first time they were so close, face to face in the darkness. Cecily couldn't see his expression clearly, but she could feel his intense gaze and his anger.

"Do you have something to say to me?" Cecily reached up to touch Edwin's cheek again.

"Are you regretting it?" His tone carried a mocking undertone. Cecily shook her head, though she wasn't sure if Edwin could sense it. Her hand fell limply, and for the first time, she couldn't see his facial expression. It was a unique feeling that he, too, could get angry with her.

Cecily pushed Edwin away and got up, barefoot and wearing only a thin nightgown. Soon, the entire room was lit.

Without turning around, Cecily walked to the wardrobe and retrieved some pills from the drawer. For some reason, at that moment, she suddenly thought of the girl she had seen tonight—the girl who was pregnant.

Her heart felt as if a large piece had been torn out. With no water, she tilted her head and placed the pills in her mouth, swallowing them down. The nauseating sensation nearly drove her to the brink of collapse.

After a while, she felt slightly better. She turned to look at Edwin. His eyes seemed capable of drilling a hole right through her, and there was a hint of bitterness at the corner of his lips. She slowly spoke, "Edwin, I've been taking these pills for over a year. I suppose I can't be a mother in this lifetime."

It was the one thing she could say confidently to Edwin, the one thing that gave her courage—the pills.

Something flickered in Edwin's eyes. "You're willing, aren't you?" He said it with an icy tone.

Cecily smiled faintly, nodded, and replied, "You're right. You're willing, and I'm willing. That's the price of loving Edwin. But loving you is just too exhausting."

As if remembering something else, Cecily glanced at Edwin. "Also, before we divorce, I want to explain one last time—Pamela's departure has nothing to do with me. Get some rest. I'll sleep in the guest room." With that, she turned, opened the door, and walked out.

Once Cecily left the room, she heard the sound of things being thrown inside. The smile at the corner of her mouth gradually faded. She finally understood why Sadie had said that men were foolish. What they couldn't have was always the best in their eyes, while what they got easily was deemed worthless.

To Edwin Turner, Pamela Parker was the unattainable one, while Cecily Turner was the one he had effortlessly obtained.