Chapter 4

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.