Warned My Past Self on a Livestream, Canceling My 5-Year Marriage Before It Began Chapter 05

Warned My Past Self on a Livestream, Canceling My 5-Year Marriage Before It Began Chapter 05

At the same time, upstairs in the study, Caleb leaned back in his chair.

It had been a long time.

Too long.

Vivian still hadn’t come upstairs to apologize.

Normally, whenever he threatened her with her father’s situation, she would come running within

ten minutes.

She’d knock on his door.

She’d admit she was wrong.

She’d beg him to forgive her.

This wasn’t normal.

An inexplicable irritation began to build inside his chest.

Finally, he stood up.

He decided to go downstairs and see what was taking her so long.

He yanked open the study door and strode down the staircase.

The living room was silent.

Empty.

“Vivian Rhodes!”

His voice echoed through the house.

No answer.

Frowning, he continued downstairs.

Then he suddenly stopped.

His body went rigid.

The shoe rack.

Every pair of Vivian’s shoes was gone.

A strange chill crept over him.

Only now did he realize something felt deeply wrong.

The throw pillows she’d chosen were gone from the sofa.

The coffee mug she used every day was gone from the table.

Even their wedding portrait had vanished.

In its place hung a landscape painting he’d never seen before.

A surge of panic hit him.

He raced upstairs and threw open the storage room door.

It was empty.

Completely empty.

As if no one had ever lived there at all.

His breathing turned ragged.

Because throughout the entire villa, every trace of Vivian had disappeared.

Gone.

Without explanation.

Without evidence.

Without a single clue left behind.

“Vivian!”

His voice cracked into a roar.

The housekeeper rushed out of the kitchen.

“Mr. Harrington?”

Caleb spun toward her.

“Stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about!”

His face darkened.

“My wife! She was right here!”

The housekeeper stared at him in confusion.

Then fear.

“Mr. Harrington… what are you talking about?”

Her voice trembled.

“I’ve worked here for five years.”

“You’ve always lived alone.”

Caleb staggered backward.

Two unsteady steps.

His face drained of color.

He immediately pulled out his phone.

Scrolling frantically through his contacts.

Nothing.

Vivian Rhodes no longer existed.

Her number was gone.

He called his driver.

Then his attorney.

Every answer was exactly the same.

“Mr. Harrington, you’ve never been married.”

Standing in the middle of the empty living room, Caleb felt cold sweat soak through his back.

Ten minutes ago, he had believed everything was under control.

Now it felt as though the entire world beneath his feet had collapsed.

But he refused to believe it.

Like a madman, he tore through the house searching.

Again and again.

Yet no matter where he looked, there wasn’t a single sign that Vivian Rhodes had ever lived there.

He rushed to the underground garage and demanded access to the property’s security records.

The property manager looked terrified.

“Mr. Harrington, this villa has only ever been registered under your name.”

He swallowed nervously.

“According to the access logs, you’ve always been the only resident entering and leaving the property.”

Caleb didn’t believe him.

He jumped into his car and sped toward the hospital.

The entire drive blurred past.

When he arrived, he stormed to the front desk.

“Check the records.”

His voice shook.

“Jonathan Rhodes. Find his admission records. Now.”

Five minutes later, the attending physician hurried over, sweating profusely.

“Mr. Harrington…”

The doctor looked bewildered.

“We have no patient by that name.”

There has never been a Jonathan Rhodes admitted to this hospital.”

A fear beyond reason crawled up Caleb’s spine.

Something ancient.

Something primal.

Something utterly impossible.

Then suddenly, he remembered someone.

His hands began shaking as he pulled up his contacts and dialed a number.

His sister.

Chloe Harrington.

In his memory, Chloe had died four years ago.

She had jumped from a high-rise building during the winter.

She had died instantly.

The phone rang.

Once.

Twice.

Then the call connected.

A bright, familiar female voice answered.

Alive.

Very much alive.

“Caleb?”

“What’s wrong?”