I happened to swipe across a street interview video from a popular influencer. "What would you say to yourself five years ago?" In the video, Caleb Sterling was holding his young girlfriend. His voice was steady, his tone doting. "I’d hope the Caleb Sterling of five years ago could have met Lydia sooner." The girl in his arms blushed, covering her mouth as she chimed in. "Me too." Netizens gushed over how sweet they were, flooding the comments with blessings. No one knew that five years ago was the day Caleb and I got married. Even he seemed to have forgotten. Until a week later. The same influencer posted another street interview. In the frame, I looked directly into the lens and spoke earnestly: "If possible, Winnie, don't marry Caleb Sterling. You’ll regret it." This time, Caleb swiped across it. 01 The day I agreed to the divorce was just another ordinary afternoon. I called Caleb, but Lydia answered. "Hello?" "I’m looking for Caleb." "He’s in the shower. If it’s anything important, you can just tell me." Her voice was as chirpy and fearless as ever. There was a faint scent of territorial triumph in her tone. In the past, I would have screamed, hysterically demanding Lydia to get lost, demanding to see Caleb. But now, I understood clearly that Lydia was the only way to reach him. I couldn't let her hang up like before, leaving me alone like a madwoman. "He mentioned a divorce earlier. I’m agreeing to it." I conveyed my message calmly. There was a second of silence on the other end before Lydia repeated, disbelief in her voice. "You’re agreeing to the divorce?" "Yes." The moment the word left my mouth, I heard a rustling sound. Caleb must have taken the phone. His deep, indifferent voice soon rang in my ear. "It’s me." I knew. Hearing his voice made me feel a bit dazed. After all, since he moved out of our villa six months ago to live with Lydia, we hadn't been in contact. The last thing he said to me was: "Winnie, let’s divorce. If you don't agree, I’ll file for separation and then take it to court." Six months later, I was giving in. "Lydia says you want to divorce me?" Seeing that I was silent, Caleb asked first. I could imagine him frowning as he spoke, his tone laced with a hint of confusion. I didn't even understand where his confusion came from. Wasn't the divorce his idea? But I didn't want to argue with Caleb over "who initiated it" anymore. "Yeah," I replied. "When you have time, let’s meet and sign the settlement." With that, I hung up. 02 That was the first time I had hung up first since I discovered Caleb’s affair. Before, I was the one bombarding him with calls and texts. I had used the most vicious words to curse him and the most heartbroken voice to beg him. But every time, Caleb would say impatiently: "Can you stop acting like a lunatic? Talk to me when you’re emotionally stable." Then he would end the call without mercy. No matter how many times I called or messaged after that, he ignored me. I wanted to stop, but whenever I thought about how our years of history were ending like this, I couldn't control myself. I wanted to demand why he betrayed me. I wanted to beg him to come back, promising I’d forgive him. But the more I waited, the more I resented. Caleb remained the same. And I gradually became insecure and fragile, exactly as he said. Like a lunatic. I lived in that haze for a long time, drowning in a relationship that only brought me torment. Until three days ago. I came across a street interview video from an influencer called "Time Capsule." The question was: "What would you say to yourself five years ago?" Some said study harder. Some said spend more time with family. Some said the version of themselves seven years later is great and hasn't failed their expectations. ... In that series of answers, I saw Caleb and his young girlfriend, Lydia. It made me believe this wasn't scripted. Given Caleb’s status now, even top-tier journalists need an appointment to see him. But this influencer truly seemed to have caught him randomly as a passerby. At the start of the clip, Caleb looked slightly annoyed by the interview. It was Lydia, standing beside him, who looked surprised and full of interest. "This looks fun, Caleb. Let’s do it." She tugged on Caleb’s arm, acting cute. Caleb looked helpless but gave in with indulgence. The influencer briefly introduced himself and then asked the universal question. Lydia fell into thought. Seeing her struggle, Caleb answered for her. "If possible, I’d hope the Caleb Sterling of five years ago could have met Lydia sooner." As he said it, he pulled her closer. His voice was cool, but the protective intent for the girl was unmistakable. Lydia looked at him in surprise, then blushed and covered her mouth as she agreed. "Me too." 03 By the time I saw the video, it already had tens of thousands of likes. The comments were flooded with people gushing over them. [Damn! This couple is so attractive! I ship them!] [Oh my god, a pure love trope! Finally, my faith in humanity is restored!] [So sweet! You two will definitely be happy! 99!] I stared at the video, dazed. Did Caleb really love Lydia that much? Did he forget? Five years ago, we had just gotten married. That was when our relationship was at its peak. Even though we were struggling financially, we felt incredibly happy. And now, in the video, he said he wished he had met Lydia five years ago. I thought I would be as furious as usual, filled with uncontrollable rage. I thought I’d rush to my phone to bomb Caleb with questions. And if he didn't pick up, I’d smash everything in the villa and scream to vent. But strangely, this time, I just sat there, motionless. The comments that should have stung me and triggered my emotions just scrolled past like lines of code. Suddenly, it felt as if something had been pulled out of my mind and dissipated. I was surprised to find that I no longer felt anything toward Caleb’s behavior. Persistence happens in an instant; moving on happens in an instant, too. That was why I made that phone call. 04 Caleb sent me a message. Against a backdrop of red exclamation marks in our chat history, that white bubble with black text was glaringly obvious. I guess Caleb had unblocked me. I thought to myself with self-mockery. Caleb told me to come to his office on Monday morning. He’d have his lawyer draft the terms. Once we agreed on the terms, we could sign and wait for the mandatory cooling-off period to end. [Okay.] On Monday, I arrived at Caleb’s company as scheduled. Since I didn't have an appointment, the front desk called up to ask. "Yes, a Ms. Winnie Lane." After hanging up, the receptionist told me to go to the executive floor; a secretary would receive me. I said thank you and headed straight for Caleb’s floor. The person who received me was a young girl I didn't recognize. I suppose she was a new hire. After all, I hadn't been here for six months since Caleb and I separated. "Ms. Lane, please wait here. Mr. Sterling is in a meeting." The girl didn't recognize me either. She called me Ms. Lane and led me to a standard waiting room. In the past, I used to go directly to Caleb’s office to wait. His meetings usually lasted at least an hour. I hated waiting. Caleb knew this. Afraid I’d be bored, he kept a lot of books and movies in his office. "You can read or watch a movie. If you're tired, go wait in the lounge." That’s what he used to tell me. Until the last time I came. The things in Caleb’s office that belonged to me had all been replaced. The person who could freely enter his private lounge had become someone else. Now, if I wanted to see him, I could only stay in a generic waiting room. But I truly had no heart or energy left to argue over such trifles. So I waited quietly. I had enough time. But what I didn't expect was that I would wait for two hours. Still, no one came to tell me Caleb was available. "Excuse me, is Mr. Sterling’s meeting over yet?" I couldn't help but ask the girl who had brought me in. She was evasive. "Mr. Sterling is still in a meeting..." I frowned, about to speak. Suddenly, the sound of laughter and chatting drifted over. "Then let’s go to that restaurant for lunch together." "Sure."
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