I Traveled Back Ten Years, Only to Witness His Love for Another Chapter 07

I Traveled Back Ten Years, Only to Witness His Love for Another Chapter 07

I had to see him—I couldn’t wait.

I had my lawyer start drafting divorce papers, and I drove to his private club.

The staff knew me; they didn’t stop me.

I didn’t try to hide.

My heels clicked on the floor—drowned out by the men’s loud laughter inside.

I reached the door, hand on the handle, just as someone said:

“So many of us here, and yet the wife called? But I’m really curious—after all these years, was there ever real feeling?”

My hand trembled on the door.

I almost hated myself for being so weak.

Just hearing the question made me instinctively want to know the answer.

Maybe because from twenty-one to twenty-four—three years—I’d loved him honestly.

I held on to one last shred of hope.

Then, laughter.

“Marriage isn’t really about love.”

So casual—a transaction.

—

Those words hit too hard, too heavy for someone my age to bear.

Was it just a transaction?

But when I thought about it, wasn’t this marriage exactly that for Leo?

A deal that benefited him, so Leo didn’t care.

Someone chimed in to flatter him:

“Leo sees things so clearly! That’s why he introduced his own sister, knowing Ethan had someone else on his mind.”

Leo’s voice, loosened by drink, turned flippant.

“Ethan’s decent. Better than some old, fat CEO.”

Well said, really—should I thank him?

I’d thought he wanted me to be happy, another one of my delusions.

Both the people I trusted most had betrayed me.

I lost the strength to push the door open.

Inside, the chaos continued.

Eventually, the question came back to him: “Three years—was your kindness real, or an act?”

Silence.

Everyone waited.

I didn’t know what he was thinking.

I didn’t know how long it took.

—

Then, a light answer:

“I can’t forget Lily. Rachel… I’ve failed her.”

I should have expected that answer.

The room resumed its clinking glasses and endless toasts.

I looked out at the night, trying to see the stars.

My lawyer had sent the first draft of the divorce agreement.

I pressed the down button—and chose to go up.

I wanted compensation—for my feelings, for this marriage.

What I wanted was more than he could give.

And for Leo, too.