On Our Wedding Day, He Married Someone Else Chapter 07

On Our Wedding Day, He Married Someone Else Chapter 07

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A full week had passed.

Silas touched his scarred chest, still feeling like he was dreaming.

He told police an 18-year-old version of himself stabbed him.

They didn’t believe him, and even suggested a psychiatric assessment.

He reported that 18-year-old him took me to another timeline, begging them to find me.

Police refused to open a case and warned him to stop wasting their resources.

“Mr. Hale, even if Miss Shaw is missing, you have no legal relation. We won’t update you.”

“Save the sci-fi stories for books. Time travel and younger you aren’t real.”

Silas left the station, knowing real despair for the first time.

If I’d run to another city or country, he’d search until he found me.

But I was taken to another timeline.

Where could he even look?

I was gone from his world completely.

He’d never see me again, not in this life.

Doctors warned him not to drink with such a bad injury.

But he couldn’t stop.

Every sober second was torture.

His wound split open and throbbed sharply.

“Corinne, you came back!”

Silas threw his arms wide, overjoyed, dying to hold the girl he’d missed so dearly.

But there was nothing but cold, empty air.

He fell back onto the couch, tears pouring down.

He’d barely cried before. Now he wept for seven straight days.

He once thought he loved me, but not enough to live without me.

Career, friends, Marnie—they all brought him joy and thrill.

He was wrong.

When he was dying, nearly killed by his 18-year-old self.

His friends all fled.

Marnie didn’t even glance at him.

Only Corinne stayed to save him.

Silas would never forget that feeling.

Shock. Guilt. Remorse. Gratitude. Love he’d buried long ago.

All of it surged wildly in his heart.

In that moment, he finally understood.

The only thing he could never lose was Corinne.

But he’d lost her anyway.

He’d hurt her too deeply.

She’d rather run to the past with his younger self than stay one more second in their world.

The more he missed her, the more it hurt.

The more it hurt, the more he missed her.

Silas stood shakily, ready to open the liquor cabinet.

The doorbell rang suddenly.

Was it Corinne?

Silas ran barefoot to the door, out of control.