He Asked for a Divorce, Then Begged Me to Marry Him Again After I Moved On Chapter 01

He Asked for a Divorce, Then Begged Me to Marry Him Again After I Moved On Chapter 01

A second ago, Ethan and I were in the middle of a screaming match over the female student he was privately sponsoring.

The next second, we both woke up seven years in the past.

It was the night before our wedding.

Ethan spoke in a calm, businesslike tone.

“We’ve already proven that we’re not suited to be husband and wife.”

“Why don’t we call off the wedding? I’ll transfer ten percent of my company shares to you.”

I froze for a moment.

In our previous life, I had screamed at him, cursing him and his student.

Back then, Ethan had looked at me like a detached bystander.

“I suddenly feel like my twenty-five-year-old self was an idiot,” he had sneered. “To actually marry a woman like you…”

I snapped back to reality.

The younger version of Ethan standing in front of me had the exact same cold look in his eyes from seven years later.

Seeing my silence, he continued.

“There’s no feeling left between us. Forcing it is meaningless.”

“Claire, you’re not someone who clings to the past.”

I cut off his speech.

“Okay. I agree.”

***

Ethan raised his eyes and studied me for a few seconds.

A brow hitched upward.

“You’ve thought it through?”

“Besides ten percent of my shares, what else do you want?”

“Consider it my compensation to you.”

Even though I was back in my twenty-five-year-old body, my mindset was still thirty-two.

I was no longer going to act on foolish emotion or reject practical benefits out of pride.

“Keep it owed for now,” I told him. “I need time to think.”

Ethan stared at me without speaking.

I understood his concern and gave him my word.

“Don’t worry.”

“It won’t be anything like forcing you to reconcile or forbidding you from seeing Serena.”

He gave a dry sigh of agreement.

He picked up his coat, stood up, and prepared to leave.

It was already late.

This was supposed to be our bridal home.

I had assumed he would make do in the guest bedroom for the night.

Instead, Ethan was heading out to find Serena.

The woman he personally admitted he didn’t realize he truly loved until he turned thirty-two.

According to the timeline, Serena was currently a sophomore at UC Berkeley.

I reminded him.

“At this hour, her dorm doors might be locked.”

“I know.”

He didn’t look up as he put on his shoes, his tone relaxed.

“I’ll just try my luck.”

I couldn’t fathom his impatience.

Ethan glanced at me and chuckled in a casual, conversational voice.

“Over the years, you’ve grown increasingly rigid and dull.”

“It’s normal that you can’t understand what it feels like to love someone.”

He sounded like an old friend offering advice.

“Claire, since you have a second chance, why not live differently?”

“You should start seeing other people, too.”

The door opened.

Then it clicked shut.

I was left alone in the massive home.

I stared at the room filled with wedding decorations, red banners, balloons, and ribbons.

My mind drifted for a short while.

I spent most of the night cleaning. Once I was sure there was no remaining trace of a wedding, I finally went to sleep.