Ten years later, Rowan curled his lips into a faint smile, set down his teacup, and glanced at the clock on the wall.
Tick, tick.
After the second hand completed another rotation, his thin lips parted slightly as he uttered two words. "It's time."
The moment his voice fell, footsteps echoed from outside the room.
The older Rowan slightly pulled open the door, and two familiar figures silently passed by the narrow gap. Across from him, the younger Rowan instantly widened his eyes in alarm.
"You guessed correctly. The two of them are far closer than you thought. Even the child Chloe is carrying doesn't belong to you."
So this was the truth.
The younger Rowan was shocked, but after thinking it through carefully, it all suddenly seemed reasonable.
His marriage to Chloe had always been
