Chapter 2

That evening, while Liam was showering, I took his phone.

The lock screen password was still my birthday; he hadn't changed it in three years.

It wasn't that he was exceptionally transparent, but that I trusted him completely.

After a few minutes of searching, I finally found her.

There was nothing particularly special about it. She wasn't pinned to the top, nor did she have a special nickname. But I'd seen her photos, so her profile picture instantly caught my eye in the contact list.

The chat history was meticulously deleted.

I clicked into her Ins profile. The first post was a share of a women's watch.

The caption read: "A gift from someone special, I love this birthday present so much, and the person who gave it to me!!"

There wasn't much interaction between them. Liam had simply liked every one of her posts.

Including that one, of course.

A new message suddenly popped up in the chat window.

Seraphina: [Haha, you really agreed? Then it's settled, we'll meet next Thursday!]

My heart suddenly felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand, plunging me into a suffocating pain.

He must have known that next Thursday was our three-year anniversary.

Not our wedding anniversary, but our confession anniversary.

That day, he'd shielded me from a suddenly collapsing wooden beam in that fire, yet he'd still trembled as he said:

"I might die, but I still want to tell you, I like you."

That day, my resolve to return to my real world had begun to waver.

We'd faced death together. He was willing to give up his life for me, and I gave up my chance to return to my own world for him.

But now, as our lives settled into a comfortable routine, he had started loving someone else.

The bathroom door softly clicked open. I quickly composed myself, marked the message as unread, and turned off the phone screen.