Warned My Past Self on a Livestream, Canceling My 5-Year Marriage Before It Began Chapter 06

Warned My Past Self on a Livestream, Canceling My 5-Year Marriage Before It Began Chapter 06

Caleb’s throat suddenly tightened.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t force out a single word.

“Calling me and then staying silent again?” Chloe laughed softly on the other end of the line. “You’ve been working too hard lately, haven’t you? I’ll come visit you next week.”

The call ended.

Caleb collapsed onto a bench in the hospital corridor, his entire body trembling uncontrollably.

Chloe was alive.

Alive.

But in his memories, she had been dead for four years.

He shot to his feet and immediately dialed another number.

“Lexi, do you know where Vivian is?”

There was a brief pause.

“Vivian?” Lexi sounded confused. “You two broke up five years ago. Why are you suddenly asking

about her?”

Caleb’s voice turned urgent.

“What about your pregnancy? I went with you to your prenatal appointment yesterday.”

“Caleb, what are you talking about?” Concern replaced the confusion in her voice. “I’m not pregnant. And we were never involved. Why would you be taking me to prenatal appointments?”

The moment she finished speaking, a sharp pain exploded inside his skull.

Images he had never lived through slammed into his mind like shards of glass.

A midsummer night five years ago.

He had proposed to Vivian.

She had said yes.

But only days later, she had taken off the engagement ring and placed it back in his hand

“Caleb, we’re not right for each other.”

He had chased her to her office building.

Security had stopped him at the entrance.

That night he had gotten drunk until three in the morning before his friends dragged him home!

He had never experienced any of it.

And yet the memories felt so vivid they physically hurt.

At the same time, another set of memories remained crystal clear.

Four years of marriage.

The endless coldness.

The emotional neglect.

The disgusting videos he had sent her.

And the moment Chloe fell from the upper floor.

Two completely contradictory lives coexisted inside his head.

It felt as though his mind was being torn apart.

Forcing himself to stay functional, Caleb returned to the office and summoned his assistant.

“Find out everything you can about Vivian Rhodes.”

It didn’t take long.

His assistant placed a file on his desk.

“Mr. Harrington, Ms. Rhodes is the founder of a highly respected design studio. She recently won

one of the most prestigious international awards in interior design.”

Caleb stared at the report.

in this world, he had never destroyed her career.

He grabbed his car keys and rushed out.

Half an hour later, he parked across the street from Vivian’s studio.

Through the glass windows, he watched the entrance.

The front door opened.

A young woman stepped outside.

She wore an ivory blazer and had her hair tied back in a sleek ponytail. Blueprints rested in one arm

as she chatted with a client, a bright smile lighting up her face.

Her skin was clear.

Her eyes sparkled with life.

Vivian.

Not the pale, hollow version burned into his memories.

Not the woman who had been worn down by years of suffering.

This Vivian was alive.

Healthy.

Standing beneath the afternoon sun and smiling without a trace of pain.

After leaving the mansion that day, a sudden headache had hit me.

The next thing I knew, everything went black.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a clean, comfortable bed.

The soft clatter of cookware drifted in from the kitchen.

I sat upright instantly.

This was the apartment above my studio.

Memories flooded into me like a tidal wave.

Five years ago, on a warm midsummer night, I had turned down Caleb’s proposal and ended our

relationship.

The very first thing I did after the breakup was take my father to the hospital for a full medical

examination.

Thankfully, his illness had been discovered early, before it became life-threatening.

He received treatment immediately.

After that, I spent six months battling insomnia.

Night after night.

I survived the worst part of the heartbreak.

Deleted every way Caleb could contact me.

And threw myself completely into my work.

Pulling back the blanket, I padded barefoot toward the kitchen.

A man in a plaid shirt turned around holding two plates of eggs.

“You’re awake.” He smiled. “Go wash up. Breakfast is ready.”

It was Dad.

His complexion was healthy.

His cheeks were full.

Gone was the frail man who had once lain helpless in a hospital bed.

The sight of him shattered something inside me.

Tears streamed down my face.

His expression immediately changed.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He hurriedly set down the plates. “Bad dream?”

I rushed into his arms.

He nearly lost his breath from how tightly I hugged him.

His rough hand patted my back gently.

“You’re a grown woman now,” he teased. “Still acting like a little girl.”

I buried my face against his shoulder and felt the warmth of his body.

He was alive.

Really alive.

After breakfast, I headed downstairs to the studio.

“Morning, Ms. Rhodes.”

My assistant, Jade Miller, handed me a cup of coffee.

“The final review for the mixed-use development project is this afternoon. Everything’s prepared.”

I accepted the coffee and smiled.

“Perfect. Thanks, Jade.”

When I entered my office, my gaze landed on the international design award sitting proudly on my

desk.

For some reason, another memory surfaced.

The other timeline.

The one where my studio had been reduced to rubble.

Where years of hard work had vanished overnight.

At three o’clock that afternoon, Jade knocked on my office door.

Her expression was unusually strange.

“Ms. Rhodes, there’s a guy downstairs who’s been standing outside for over two hours.”

She hesitated.

‘He refuses to leave and keeps insisting that he has to see you.”

I walked to the window and looked down.

Caleb stood across the street.

His face was drawn with exhaustion.

He looked like someone who hadn’t slept in days.

And at that very moment, he was staring directly up at my office window.