The Day My Wife Cheated, I Reached Her Past

In the seventh year after losing my sexual function, I found my wife in another mans bed.

She didnt even bother to get off him. She looked at me with mockery and said,

Only with him do I feel like a real woman.

When I was completely disheartened and decided to divorce her, I unexpectedly made contact with the version of her from seven years agothrough a diary.

Words started popping up in the diary one by one.

"You're Liam? You want to leave me?"

"Impossible, how could you be Liam? He's standing right next to me!"

"Who are you really? How can you appear in my diary?"

Three questions appeared out of thin air. I was so startled I dropped the diary.

It took two minutes for me to calm down. Looking at the words, I picked up the pen and replied: "I really am Liam, 30-year-old Liam."

"And I know you're 17-year-old Chloe. The future you will betray me. So, 17-year-old you shouldn't get close to me either."

The diary suddenly went quiet.

This was a magical notebook that I found in the attic while packing my bags. It happened a few days after my 30-year-old wife, drunk for the thousandth time, called out Mason's name and said she regretted marrying me. She said if she had married Mason instead, she could have been a mother by now.

When I opened it, I saw it was full of 17-year-old Chloe's love and devotion to me.

Growing up, because of my looks, I always had many admirers.

But because my parents divorced early, I never had much hope for love. No matter who confessed to me, I always refused: "I'm sorry, I just want to focus on my studies. I'm not interested in dating."

Until I met Chloe.

Unlike others, she pursued me relentlessly from middle school to college. After facing rejection after rejection from me, she only became more determined. She even participated in a dangerous car race just to win a watch I liked.

Seeing her nearly lose her life, I finally opened my heart.

When I discovered this notebook could update in real-time, I realized it was connected to 13 years ago.

But when I remembered that two months ago, when I went to find her, I heard her and her new assistant passionately making love on the couch in her CEO office.

And that person was Mason, our high school classmate and her former neighbor and childhood friend.

At that moment, the beautiful memories of the past were shattered by the cruel reality, becoming nothing but bubbles.

Since then, I hadn't communicated with the girl in the diary.

Because I knew that no matter how passionate the love recorded in the diary was, it would eventually be betrayed.

Just as I was bitterly printing out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago, signing my name stroke by stroke, ready to fulfill what I had said before - if she betrayed me, I would disappear from her world forever - I heard the jarring sound of paper being torn in the diary.

"Impossible, I love him!"

The pen tip, carrying the girl's emotions, carved into the paper stroke by stroke, "I've loved Liam for six whole years, how could I possibly betray him."

"You must be lying to me, you can't possibly be Liam! Who are you really?"

"Tell me, are you Mason?"

Through the diary, I could almost see 17-year-old Chloe's angry and stubborn expression as she spoke of vows she would inevitably break in the future.

Back then, her love was pure and determined. Of course, she couldn't have imagined that at 30, she would become so cruel and heartless.

I picked up the pen to reply, when suddenly the door was pushed open. The wind that came in flipped the pages of the diary.

I calmly closed the diary. 30-year-old Chloe came in and started rummaging through drawers and cabinets.

In the past, every time she came home, she would excitedly jump into my arms, nuzzling me like a little kitten.

Sometimes when I pushed her away because I was ticklish, she would cling even tighter, her big eyes sparkling as she whispered sweet nothings that made me blush.

But now, her gaze didn't even linger on me for half a second.

After searching for nearly ten minutes without finding what she wanted, Chloe finally turned to me in frustration and demanded:

"Liam, have you seen the family heirloom my mom left me?"

"I'm pregnant, and I want to give the heirloom to Mason, to bless our family of three."

Family of three?! My heart suddenly ached.

On our wedding day, in front of all the guests, she had personally handed the heirloom to me for safekeeping.

Chloe's brother was very dissatisfied, "Sis, Mom's heirloom was meant for you to give to your baby. Everyone knows your husband is useless now, why give it to him?"

13 years ago, I had an accident that injured my body, leaving me unable to have children for life.

No one had ever dared to mention this in front of Chloe, but on our wedding day, her brother pointed it out in front of everyone.

The atmosphere instantly became extremely awkward.

Everyone focused their gaze on me, starting to whisper.

I turned away in embarrassment, but Chloe held me even tighter, slapping her brother across the face and declaring publicly,

"Even if Liam can't have children, he's the only one worthy of keeping the heirloom. He is the only man for me, Chloe."

At that moment, I was grateful I had bet on the right person.

For five years of marriage, I had carefully preserved it.

But now, I laughed bitterly and pulled out the ring engraved with the words "Peace and Safety" from the drawer.

Chloe snatched it, smiling happily,

"Finally found it! After the baby is born, I want Mason to put this on him personally."

Only then did she deign to look up at me, the coldness in her eyes unconcealed.

"My mom said the heirloom needs to be put on by the child's father to be effective. Now that I'm pregnant with Mason's child, this ring should be in his care."

"Today I still need Mason to accompany me for a prenatal checkup, so I have to go now. I'll celebrate our wedding anniversary with you when I get back."

At the door, she suddenly stopped, glancing at me with a look of condescension.

"Don't worry, even if Mason and I have a child, you'll still be the nominal father. You'll always be my husband."

Giving a slap followed by a sweet gesture was her usual trick in recent years.

Watching her leave happily, I smiled bitterly.

She says I'm her husband, but she's having a child with another man.

Opening the diary again, I saw another line had appeared:

"Because I was waiting for your reply, I missed getting the spot in front of him."

I immediately picked up our graduation photo and was shocked to find that 17-year-old Chloe's position had indeed changed.

I couldn't help but hold my breath, my hand trembling uncontrollably.

Could the Chloe on the other end of the diary change the future?

Chapter

Before I could come to my senses, another line quickly appeared in the diary,

"If you really are Liam, then tell me, where am I standing in the graduation photo?"

I immediately replied, "You're standing in front of Mason."

The diary went quiet again.

After waiting for a minute with no reply, I picked up the pen and wrote stroke by stroke with force.

"Chloe, please leave my life."

"Why? If you really are Liam, don't you know I like you?"

The last question mark was written with such force that it tore through the paper.

"Like? It's because of your 'like' that the day after the graduation photo was taken, I was stabbed by people Mason sent, leaving me unable to have children for life!!"

"And now at 30, you're pregnant with his child."

With each word I wrote, the memories of the past became clearer.

I had tried everything to forget these memories, but countless nights, I was awakened by these painful memories, unable to sleep.

It had become my inescapable nightmare.

13 years ago, Mason begged Chloe to stand in front of him, but she refused.

Chloe firmly stood in front of me, saying not only now, but in the future when we take wedding photos, she would stand with me.

The girl's passionate confession made my ears turn red.

But the next day, an enraged Mason found a dozen thugs to corner me in an alley.

When Chloe arrived after hearing the news, she saw me covered in blood and cried uncontrollably.

She carried me on her back, even though I was half a head taller than her, and stumbled frantically towards the hospital.

To save me, she donated half her blood, but although I survived, I suffered severe damage, permanently impairing my ability to have children.

Chloe held me and cried her eyes out, swearing she would marry no one but me and never let me be hurt again.

But I never imagined that now she would cheat on me with Mason, the mastermind behind my injury, and even get pregnant with his child.

"Chloe, promise me, if you like me, leave my life."

"As far away as possible! Can you do that?"

"I'm begging you!"

After waiting for a long time without a reply, I collapsed on the sofa with the diary, unknowingly falling asleep.

In my dream, I saw 17-year-old Chloe running desperately in a dark alley.

Her face was panicked and anxious.

A strong wind blew a flower pot off the balcony, jolting me awake to see that night had fallen outside.

30-year-old Chloe hadn't returned all night, not even a phone call or a text message.

But Mason's social media was updated every ten minutes, a total of 30 posts.

The first one was Chloe putting the family heirloom ring on his finger.

The second was Chloe and him flipping through a dictionary, choosing a name for the baby.

The third was him lying on Chloe's belly, happily listening to the baby's movements.

......

Each post had likes and blessings from friends in the comments.

"Congratulations to Chloe for finally becoming a mother."

"I told you Chloe wouldn't stay faithful to Liam, but you didn't believe me."

"How could Liam ever be good enough for our Chloe? Mason and our Chloe are truly a perfect match, made for each other."

Chloe had liked every post.

Perhaps deep down, she felt the same way.

Exiting the social media app, I lay on the sofa feeling dizzy and drowsy.

In my dream, 17-year-old Chloe finally ran out of the alley.

What met her eyes was me being pinned down and beaten by a group of thugs, with 17-year-old Mason pulling out a knife, about to stab me.

"Liam!"

The next second, Chloe's eyes turned red, and she rushed forward like a madwoman.

Her thin body trembled uncontrollably, but she still picked up a brick from the roadside with all her might and started smashing the lead thug's head again and again.

The other thugs swarmed her, stabbing her dozens of times.

Chloe paid no attention, tightly gripping the blood-stained brick, using her last ounce of strength to smash the lead thug's head open, screaming at the others with a ferocious expression.

"Come on if you're not afraid to die!"

Those thugs were intimidated by her do-or-die attitude and fled in panic.

Only when their figures had completely disappeared into the alley did Chloe collapse powerlessly in front of me, shaking uncontrollably.

When our eyes met, she smiled proudly, "Liam, I told you I'd give my life for you, now do you believe me?"

"Chloe! I don't need this!"

"Leave me!"

I shouted her name in anger, instantly waking up, tears already overflowing.

Looking at myself in the mirror, with bulging veins and goosebumps all over my body, I didn't know if it was from fear or cold.

Looking down at the diary in my arms, I felt my mind was in a fog, unable to distinguish if this was a dream or a memory.

Pulling up my shirt, I suddenly froze, quickly feeling my lower abdomen with my hand.

Chapter

The scar that had been with me for 13 years was gone.

Tears burst forth.

Opening the diary again, I saw several more lines had appeared, but this time they were crooked, as if I could see the weakness of the person writing.

"Liam, I saved you."

After calming down, I calmly replied with one sentence.

"This is what you should have done."

If it weren't for her 'like'.

If it weren't for her 'like' that she would inevitably betray in the future.

How would I have been targeted by Mason, losing my dignity as a man?

Yet at 30, she had a child with the mastermind who hurt me, hurting me again.

The words in the diary appeared staggeringly, the strokes not very clear, as if written with great effort.

"Liam, I'm willing to do anything for you, tell me what else you need me to do?"

After 17-year-old Chloe wrote down the last question mark, I replied, "I've already said, leave my life."

"Completely disappear from my sight, don't use your love now as a weapon to hurt me in the future."

Once, when everyone mocked me for not being a man, it was Chloe who firmly held my hand, gently soothing my shattered self-esteem.

It was because of her love that I was not afraid of any mockery, ridicule, or vicious curses.

So when she let go of my hand and stood among those who mocked me, I was instantly on the verge of collapse, even considering ending my life.

It turns out that being hurt by the one you love is a thousand times more painful than physical disability.

You could say, the more she loved me before, the more pain she caused me later.

This heart of mine, already hurt by her, will no longer beat.

The sound of forceful writing suddenly came through, each word sinking into the paper, almost piercing through it.

"That's impossible!"

"Liam, do you know? Every time there's an extracurricular activity, you always like to stand under the second basketball hoop on the playground to play ball. I deliberately take a 5-minute detour every day just to see you once. Just seeing you makes me feel so happy."

"Once during a basketball game, I heard you were injured. I was so anxious that I skipped class for the first time to buy medicine for you, afraid you'd suffer for even a second more..."

"And..."

I interrupted, "I know, I know all of this you're saying."

"There was also once... when I fell in the bathroom, you brought me medicine, blushing."

The diary suddenly paused for ten seconds before replying, "You know all this? How do you know?"

"Since you know everything, why do you say I'll betray you?"

There was a sentence she didn't write, but I'm sure I know she was muttering to herself, how could I betray you when I love you so much.

I could imagine the shock and confusion on 17-year-old Chloe's face right now.

"I know these things because the future you told me. You told me everything one by one, and said you deeply regretted doing these things."

Chloe had said that she should have listened to advice back then and not married a man like me who couldn't give her "happiness", resulting in her enduring five years of humiliation.

She had also said that she should have just let me starve to death back then, saving me too early led to me not only being ungrateful for her great kindness but even becoming more and more arrogant.

She always boasted about her "great achievements", and then did whatever she wanted in our marriage, until now having a child with someone else.

Tears fell on the diary, blurring the words.

Afraid of damaging the diary and not being able to change the past, I hurriedly tried to wipe it off, but I used too much force and accidentally tore the paper in half.

In my panic, I suddenly found that everything in front of me had changed into a hospital ward.

In front of me was a 17-year-old girl with thick bandages wrapped around her abdomen.

Her face was pale, her brows furrowed in pain from the wound.

17-year-old Chloe covered the blood-stained bandage with one hand, struggling to write a reply with the other, muttering under her breath.

"Liam, don't worry, I'll take good care of you until I become your wife..."

She looked serious and determined, as if doing something of utmost importance.

Just as she wrote this, 17-year-old Chloe seemed to sense something.

Her hand suddenly stopped, and when she looked up, our eyes met.

"Liam?"

At that moment, those clear eyes like spring water, which had long disappeared from my memory, appeared in front of me again.

Her slightly dry lips parted, but before she could speak, a sudden burst of phone ringing came through.

Looking around, I saw the house was in a mess.

All done by 30-year-old Chloe.

The phone rang sharply.

It was a call from 30-year-old Chloe, her tone commanding, "Come to the coffee shop downstairs from the company right away, Mason and I have something to tell you in person."

At the same time, several lines appeared in the diary.

"Trust me, okay? I would never do such a thing."

"I like you so much that even if you want to take my life, you can."

A girl's affection, as pure and beautiful as cherry blossoms.

Always feeling that vows would become the most beautiful flowers, as long as they stayed by their loved one's side, they would never wither.

I gripped the pen tightly in my hand, my eyes downcast.

Fine.

Since you don't believe me, I'll let 30-year-old you tell you yourself.

Chapter

When I arrived at the coffee shop, I saw Mason feeding Chloe an egg tart.

He glanced at me, a challenging smile in his eyes, "You're here, bro. Quick, control your Chloe, she insists I feed her."

"I was planning to leave first, but Chloe said the baby keeps wanting to find daddy after getting pregnant, so I had to stay a bit longer."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I forgot you... probably can't experience the feeling of being a father anymore."

In the past, I would definitely have been angry and felt inferior.

But now, I just treated it like a dog barking nonsense.

I looked at Chloe and asked calmly, "What's the matter?"

Chloe sweetly chewed the last bite of egg tart Mason fed her, her eyes full of adoration.

Then when she looked at me, her eyes were cold, "Liam, let's get divorced."

"My child with Mason is about to be born, I want to give the baby a complete and healthy family."

She sneered: "I don't want him to be told his dad can't..."

Halfway through her sentence, it was as if something entered Chloe's brain, making her suddenly clutch her forehead and hiss in pain, her expression agonized.

Shaking her head, she muttered in confusion, "Can't have children?? Why would I say that?"

Seeing her reaction, I could guess what happened.

After 17-year-old Chloe took the knife for me, my body was completely healed, and this memory appeared in 30-year-old Chloe's head.

But soon, she stopped pondering.

Instead, she raised her head, still looking at me with that unfamiliar and cold gaze.

"Liam, I feel you're not as good as Mason, so let's get divorced."

Hearing her emphasize again.

My hand holding the hot coffee gently rubbed the scalding cup, but my heart was ice cold.

You see, people who want to leave will never leave because of just one reason.

Without one, they'll always have another.

"Okay, divorce, but on one condition."

I pushed the diary in front of her, lowering my voice, "You have to write in it yourself, 'Chloe doesn't love Liam.'"

Chloe looked at the diary, then raised her eyes to look at me, her gaze surprised and curious, yet full of mockery.

"So, is this how you're trying to keep me?"

"Liam, who didn't make some passionate vows when they were young? Those were all just nonsense I said in a moment of anger to trick you. Did you really believe them? How ridiculous."

The corner of my mouth lifted in self-mockery, I lightly tapped the diary with my finger, "If that's the case, then write it."

Chloe hesitated for a moment.

After a moment's hesitation, she picked up the pen and wrote those eight words in one go - Chloe doesn't love Liam.

After writing, Chloe said coldly, "If you're still not convinced, I'll write it two more times."

Before I could speak, she wrote it twice more in front of me, clean and decisive.

I looked at the diary, there was no reaction on it.

But I knew, the other end must be able to see it.

Picking up the pen, I quickly signed my name on the divorce agreement she had prepared.

Standing up, I was about to leave when Mason called out, "Bro, wait a minute, I have something to say to you."

Then he asked Chloe to go get something, saying it was a gift he bought for the baby.

Chloe nodded gently, then gave me a warning look before getting up and leaving.

Mason suddenly snatched my diary, flipping through it with a mocking smile, "Is this Chloe's diary? I heard she used to always write about liking you in it, what a pity..."

"So what if she liked you in the past? If she could really love you forever, would I even exist?"

"Do you know how much she adores me? Every year on your birthday, your wedding anniversary, after sleeping with you, she would come to me."

"She had so many requests, we'd use up several boxes every time. The next day her legs would be weak. We left marks in her car, her office, even your marital home."

I clenched my fists in anger.

But the next second, Mason punched himself first, falling to the ground with a scream.

The sound was so loud that Chloe hurriedly ran back, looking anxiously at Mason lying on the ground, "What happened? What's going on?"

Mason covered his face and turned away, "It's all my fault. I betrayed bro, so he got angry and hit me."

"Chloe, please don't be mad at him."

Chloe suddenly glared at me, her eyes full of disappointment.

"Liam, I never thought you were this kind of person!"

I was about to explain when she suddenly stood up and forcefully grabbed my neck, her eyes bulging with rage, "If I had known you were such a petty man, I wouldn't have taken that knife for you back then. I should have let you die!"

I laughed bitterly at her words.

See, Chloe? Even though I told you that in the future you would use these things to hurt me at the drop of a hat, you still haven't changed.

"Chloe, your true colors are really disgusting."

The diary in my hand fell in front of her.

30-year-old Chloe picked it up, shouting at me with disgust in her eyes.

"You think you can keep me with this piece of junk?"

"Every time I see the words in it, I'm reminded that I once loved you, and I only feel ashamed."

"Give it back to me!"

Chloe dodged my hand and grabbed the diary, suddenly tearing it to shreds.

"You want it? Here!"

The next second, she tore the diary to pieces in front of me, casually tossing them away, "There you go!"

I sat stunned on the ground, looking up to see the shredded diary floating down like snowflakes.

I suddenly started laughing, laughing louder and louder.

It's over.

Now, everything is truly over.

Seeing me laughing there, Chloe finally exploded,

"Mason was almost disfigured because of you, and you're still laughing!"

Her blood-red eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent. She grabbed the knife for cutting steak from the plate and lunged at me.

But the expected pain never came.

One drop, two drops...

Warm liquid dripped onto my face, accompanied by the smell of blood.

I opened my eyes to see the knife right in front of me, tightly gripped by a slender hand.

Following that hand, I saw 17-year-old Chloe appear in front of me...

Her abdomen wrapped in bandages, her eyes red with anger, surprise, disbelief, and finally despair as she looked at 30-year-old Chloe.

Her right hand tightly gripped the sharp blade.

Blood dripped from her palm onto my eyes, blooming like a brilliant poppy.