Chapter 2: Change The Past
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Sigourney would live her life over again, one more time.
This was not a dream. She had returned to six months ago—when she was at her most beautiful, most radiant, and had the strongest pillar of support in her husband.
A faint smile curled on Sigourney’s lips as she gazed thoughtfully out the window.
This time, she would make them pay. Every ounce of suffering she endured in her past life—she would reclaim it all, with interest. A hundred, a thousand times over.
At that moment, memories of her married life resurfaced. By this point in time, they had been married for over half a year, yet the number of times she had demanded a divorce was beyond counting.
Throwing things, climbing onto the balcony, pulling every trick in the book just to push Theodore to his breaking point and make him divorce her.
And every single one of those tactics had been orchestrated by her dearest younger sister.
Yet Theodore never wavered. He silently accepted everything, and after each of her outbursts, he would bring medicine to treat her wounds. But she would heartlessly throw it all away.
Looking back now, she realized how gentle he had been, how much he had cared for her—no matter how unreasonable she had been.
Sigourney stood up and glanced around. Though this was their bridal chamber, Theodore had never once spent the night here. Every time he set foot inside, she would fly into a rage.
So, in the end, he moved into his workroom to sleep, just to give her peace of mind.
Perhaps the first thing she should do in this life was open her heart and accept him.
The one person who had the power to protect, shield, and care for her.
Sigourney rose to her feet and stepped outside.
Let’s go find him in the study.
The study door creaked open as Sigourney stepped inside.
Every single document was meticulously arranged, the furnishings sparse yet elegant.
Her gaze fell upon Theodore, fast asleep at his desk. He had probably worked late into the night and drifted off in exhaustion.
Theodore was the eldest son of the Wang family. Though his family was obscenely wealthy, he had refused to inherit their fortune and instead built his own empire from scratch.
Now, he owned a corporation that rivaled the Wang family’s in power and influence. But sooner or later, that vast fortune would still end up in his hands.
The sky had almost fully brightened, with streaks of golden sunlight filtering through the blinds, casting a soft glow on Theodore’s devastatingly handsome face.
The sharp angles of his features became even more pronounced, from his eyes to his lips—his entire being was simply a masterpiece.
Sigourney’s face flushed red as she stared at the striking man before her. How had she never realized before just how breathtakingly handsome her husband was?
How foolish she had been to keep demanding a divorce.
The morning light grew brighter, causing Theodore to stir. As he blinked awake, his eyes landed on Sigourney standing beside him.
His brows knitted together slightly as he took in her flustered expression. Then, in his usual cold tone, he asked:
"You’re looking for me?"
Sigourney jolted, nodding quickly before lowering her gaze, unable to meet his eyes. Her hands clenched tightly, unsure of how to start the conversation.
Theodore let out a soft sigh, frowning as he reached out to lift her delicate chin with his fingers. His voice was laced with irritation.
"If this is about the divorce again, forget it."
Sigourney saw the unwavering resolve in his gaze.
He wasn’t even giving her a chance to speak, shutting down the idea from the very start to make her abandon the thought.
But divorce was something Sigourney would never consider again. She couldn’t repeat the same mistakes of her past life, couldn’t endure that agony all over again.
She shook her head firmly.
"No, it’s not that."
Surprised by her response, Theodore’s expression shifted into one of mild confusion.
The fact that she had voluntarily sought him out today was already unusual. But even more so, it wasn’t about that exhausting divorce talk.
Then what did she want? Was this another one of her schemes?
After six months of marriage, Theodore had long learned that whenever Sigourney acted out of the ordinary, something was bound to happen.
"Then what is it?"
His voice carried a sharp chill, filled with suspicion. He was ready to stop her the moment she said anything unreasonable.
"This evening… will you come home for dinner? I want to cook something for you."
Dinner? What trick was she playing now? In all the time they had been married, not once had she willingly sat down for a meal with him.
Aunt Miller would always bring her meals up to her room, or she would only come down to eat when Theodore wasn’t home.
Yet today, she invited him to dinner—one that she would cook.
Had she taken the wrong medicine or something?
Sigourney watched his unreadable expression and anxiously clenched the fabric of her nightgown.
Her sudden change must have caught him off guard even before he could process it.
Seeing no response from Theodore, Sigourney mustered her courage and pleaded, though she couldn’t hide the slight tremble in her voice.
"Is… is that okay?"
"Dinner with me? You cooking?"
Theodore repeated her words as if to make sure he had heard correctly.
Was she really asking him to eat with her? Or was there some ulterior motive?
"Uh… yes."
So he hadn’t misheard. But his suspicion only deepened.
Without responding, he picked up his coat and walked toward the bathroom, completely ignoring her invitation.
Sigourney stood frozen, watching him go. Memories of all the things she had said and done to him before flooded her mind, and even she was shocked by the stark contrast to now.
Ten minutes later, Theodore emerged from the bathroom, scanning the room.
Sigourney was no longer there. Had she given up on whatever game she was playing?
He fastened a sleek black Swiss watch onto his wrist, grabbed his briefcase, and stepped out of the room.
As Theodore approached the dining table, he instinctively noticed Sigourney just as she sat down.
She looked up, and the sight before she made her heart skip a beat.
Theodore dressed in a simple yet perfectly tailored brown suit, was mesmerizing.
His perfectly proportioned physique, his flawless face—he was simply breathtaking.
For a few seconds, Sigourney found herself completely dazed.
But Theodore met her gaze with his usual icy indifference.
On reflex, he turned to leave, expecting her to lash out if he sat down to eat with her.
But before he could take another step, she abruptly stood up and ran over, grabbing onto his elbow.
"Eat breakfast with me before you go."
"...I can?"
What was this sudden display of affection? Didn’t she despise him?
Why was she acting so strangely today?
"Come on, sit down."
Sigourney pulled him to sit at the table before running back to take her own seat. Theodore was still in shock, putting down his chopsticks.
“What exactly are you trying to do? I’ve told you countless times that I will never divorce you, so stop whatever trick you’re planning.”
“No, I don’t want a divorce. From now on, I won’t ask for a divorce anymore. Not at all.”
He looked into her sincere eyes and gave a slight nod.
“That’s good.”
Sigourney could tell from Theodore’s tone that he still didn’t believe she was serious.
Of course, how could he possibly accept a completely different person in such a short time? It had to be gradual—no need to rush.
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