Chapter 11

Chapter 11

It had only taken me a week to drive William Green to the edge of a breakdown.

He had never been willing to wake up and admit that he had long since lost his patience and love for me.

I had only treated him the way Sophia White did, but I could easily see the discomfort and boredom in his eyes.

Even a hint of disgust.

The final straw had come one night.

He had thought he had passed my test and carefully brought up the idea of having a baby.

I hadn't agreed, but I hadn't refused either.

And then, at the most crucial moment, I had asked him: "Have you slept with her?"

William had finally snapped. He had shouted at me, asking why I didn't trust him.

I had stayed calm the entire time: "You almost cheated on me. Now you're putting on this good act in front of me. Who's to say you won't keep sneaking around with her behind my back?"

William had screamed, his voice breaking: "But you already checked my phone!"

I had looked at him coldly: "Who's to say you don't have a second phone? Or that you haven't deleted your chat history?"

William had been so angry that he could barely catch his breath. He had asked me: "Is there nothing I can do to make you trust me again?"

I had denied it: "I trust you. But I don't trust a man who has already cheated—even if it was just almost."

That night, William had tried his best to hold back his anger. He had turned around and gone to sleep in the guest room.

The next day, he had asked me for a divorce.

I had agreed.

His eyes had turned red as he asked me: "Were you just waiting for me to bring up the divorce?"

I hadn't denied it: "I just wanted you to see what it would be like to try to make do after a wife catches her husband cheating."

"I would become hysterical. I would start questioning your every move. I would suspect every woman who comes near you. And you would get tired of answering my questions, start to get annoyed, and eventually, you would cheat for real."

I had taken a deep breath: "William Green, you will never understand how much it hurt me—when I was happily daydreaming about whether our future child would be a boy or a girl, and what we would name them—to hear you call another woman's name in your sleep."

It had hurt so much.

In those days, I couldn't even hear any words that sounded similar to her name without throwing up and feeling a sharp pain in my chest.

William had known nothing about any of that.

Later, as I had slowly calmed down, I had started obsessively investigating who that woman was, torturing myself by watching the two of them go around together.

I had been far too confident in our relationship and far too trusting of William. That's why I had found out so late that William had already fallen deeply in love with Sophia White.

He had always been a very reserved person—when it came to feelings, he showed more than he said.

He had carefully hidden Sophia White in his heart, never letting me catch a hint of it. If he hadn't drunk too much at that celebration dinner, I would have never found out.

I had finally gone from being the red mole on William Green's heart to just a smudge of mosquito blood.

The couple who had once been admired by everyone for their deep love had become strangers.

In the end, we couldn't even be friends.

I didn't regret loving William Green. He had once been a wonderful boyfriend.

The kindness he had shown me had been real. The love he had once felt for me had been real. And the fact that he had stopped loving me later had also been real.

Hearts change—that's just the way people are.

Let all the love and hate, all the joys and sorrows, stay here on this mountain.