Chapter 4

I lowered my head, and several lines appeared in the diary.

"Until mountains crumble and seas run dry, I will never part from you."

"Unless I'm reduced to dust and bones, I'll protect you worry-free for a hundred years."

"Fallon, I will love you forever."

In our youth, we believed that vows were like roses that would never wilt.

But sadly, I've awakened from that dream.

If you don't believe me, let your 30-year-old self tell you in person.

I gripped the pen tightly.

At the coffee shop, Zoran and Aria were sitting together.

The two were sickeningly affectionate, even sharing sips of coffee as if they were the long-married couple and I was the mistress.

Aria's challenging gaze bore into me.

"Sorry, sis Fallon, Zoran insisted I shouldn't come since I'm pregnant, so he made you come all this way."

I ignored her and looked at Zoran.

He carefully fed Aria a bite of cake before speaking leisurely:

"Fallon, let's get divorced."

I laughed coldly inside as he continued:

"I need to ensure Aria's child is born as the rightful firstborn of the Stratton family."

"You understand, right?" Zoran sneered, "After all, you can't have children."However, in the very next moment, he seemed to recall something, clutching his forehead and muttering in anguish:

"No... That time, I took the knife for you... Your uterus wasn't injured, how could I have said you couldn't bear children?"

The altered timeline created by 18-year-old Zoran was forming new memories in the mind of his 30-year-old self.

Yet, Zoran quickly ceased dwelling on this. He regained his composure and merely gazed at me with an unfamiliar, cold look.

"Anyway, regardless of what happened, I want a divorce from you."

Cradling my hot coffee, a chill crept through my heart.

Those who wish to leave always have countless reasons.

I pushed the diary towards Zoran and said, enunciating each word:

"Fine, I agree to the divorce, but you must agree to one condition."

A flicker of wariness passed through Zoran's eyes. "What condition?"

I opened the diary, gripped the pen tightly, and looked at him calmly.

"Write in this diary, 'Zoran doesn't love Fallon.'"

Zoran was stunned for a moment, then put on an expression of disbelief.

"That's it? Fallon, when did you become so cheap?"

He sneered, "All those sweet nothings I said before were just to fool you. Did you really take them seriously?"

I didn't say a word, just stared at him intently, and repeated:

"Write it down, and I'll divorce you."

I don't know if it was my imagination, but Zoran seemed to freeze for a moment when he heard those words.

Then, he snatched the pen from my hand, ignoring the previous conversation between me and his 18-year-old self.

He quickly wrote: "Zoran doesn't love Fallon."

He glanced at me, smiled, and then wrote a second line.

"Zoran regrets ever loving Fallon."

After he finished writing, he tossed the notebook back in front of me. I lowered my eyes, no longer crying.

18-year-old Zoran, did you see that?

The vows we made when we were in love, I wasn't the first to betray them.

"How about that, Fallon? Have you given up on this idea now?"

I ignored him, calmly signed the divorce papers, and got up to leave.

"Wait," Aria suddenly called out to me.

She tugged at Zoran's sleeve playfully and said:

"Zoran, I want that little cupcake. Can you go buy it for me? Your sweetheart is hungry."

After Zoran left, she immediately grabbed my diary, teasing:

"Is this Zoran's diary?"

"Before, he always used to write about how much he liked you on this."