I Traveled Back Ten Years, Only to Witness His Love for Another Chapter 09

I Traveled Back Ten Years, Only to Witness His Love for Another Chapter 09

Time moved slowly, then quickly.

I’d left the divorce papers on the coffee table.

As the light grew stronger, every word became visible.

Ethan found me, rubbing his head.

“Honey.”

I didn’t answer.

He fumbled out of bed and came up close.

“Why are you being so cold? Talk to me…”

His voice died the moment he saw the diary.

His eyes went wide, and he stared for a long time.

“How did you find this?”

It wasn’t hard to find—it was in the bottom drawer of his study desk.

I’d never gone through it, believing in privacy, but now I’d stumbled across it.

It lay there quietly, judging our marriage.

The last entry was from seven months ago:

[I’ve been pretending too long. I’m tired.]

In his own handwriting, Ethan had erased his own chance to explain.

—

I smiled.

“Divorce. That’ll take the weight off.”

I pushed the papers toward him. “Sign.”

He finally reacted, his voice shaking: “Let’s talk about this. We don’t have to go this far.”

What was there to talk about?

“We can negotiate assets, but the divorce is non-negotiable. Read it. Let me know. Sign it.”

I turned to leave, but he caught me.

He hung his head, broken.

“I know I was wrong—I lost myself for a while. But we’ve been together three years. Give me one more chance. I’ll forget about Lily. We’ll start fresh.”

How ridiculous.

“Didn’t you just say yesterday you’d never forget her? Changing your tune?”

His grip on my hand went rigid, even his fingertips stiff.

“You heard that…”

I was confused.

Wasn’t he tired? Wasn’t I giving him his freedom?

Did he regret not having a child? Or did he regret losing a woman who

—

was his equal in status and who adored him with all her heart?

Whatever it was, it wasn’t love.

I pulled free and walked out.

“When you’ve decided, sign and let me know.”