The Lost Decade Chapter 09

The Lost Decade Chapter 09

He admitted it. He had pitied Hayley and looked after her, but only because she carried a faint resemblance

to the Cora of the past.

That spark of liveliness and innocence reminded him of her, and he wanted to protect it a little.

But he swore he had never crossed that line.

In his heart, Cora Dawson was his one and only wife.

But now…

Hayley watched the man standing there in shock and cried even more bitterly.

“You don’t believe me?”

It was a long time before Wyatt rasped out, “How is this possible? Are you sure… it’s mine?”

Hayley’s eyes flew wide open, and her body swayed.

“Wyatt! You bastard! You were my first-what do you think? If you don’t believe it, let’s do a paternity test right

now!”

Wyatt’s fingers slowly tightened around the report, the paper crumpling with a crackling sound.

He even found himself thinking-was it because of this woman’s existence that God had punished him by

taking Cora away?

He lifted his head to look at Hayley, his gaze growing colder and more repulsed by the second.

“Get out.”

Hayley was completely stunned by his roar.

Looking at his blank expression and icy eyes, she covered her mouth, turned, and ran out sobbing.

The house fell silent again.

Wyatt went back to the bedroom, his eyes landing absently on the yellowed document in the nightstand drawer.

That postnuptial property agreement.

The difference was, this one had no signature from Cora. It was just a one-sided gesture he’d made back

then, never even delivered.

Wyatt closed his eyes.

Memories of those lost ten years flooded his mind, scene after scene.

He gradually began to realize-

Cora’s expression had gone from bright, to sad, to completely numb.

To turn from a vibrant girl into a stagnant pool of dead water…

It had only taken four years.

He had never noticed those changes before.

Now, looking back, she had completely given up on him-given up on their love.

“Cora…”

He murmured, “Did you make a wish to God… that there had never been an ‘us’?”

The only response was the dead silence of the room and the howling wind outside the window.