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Back in Time: My Wife's Secret Betrayal

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 515    |    Released on: 26/06/2025

away, but I felt a sense of control I hadn't experi

porch. He looked tired and lost, and in his arms

Leo. An

e was at the beginning. The son I had loved with all my h

st me. She was impeccably dressed, as i

cooed, her voice dripping with a

hing his arm, her eyes full of a deep, painful adoration that I now understood completely. They

cracking. "It' s... it' s Amelia

aw him as a brother in pain. Now, all I saw was the man Jocelyn had chose

expression a careful mix

roject is about to be announced, and it' s a huge respo

h one a small stone laid on th

o the baby in her arms. "We can raise Leo here.

reed without hesitatio

tional connection I once had was severed, replaced by a cold, hard clarit

y voice flat and

face froz

. "Ethan, I... I don' t

"You have no experience with children, Jocelyn. And as for me,"

r, leaving them standing th

o figure

he mess they had created. The look of shock and betrayal o

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Back in Time: My Wife's Secret Betrayal
Back in Time: My Wife's Secret Betrayal
“My wife of fifty years just passed away. Everyone called me devoted for staying by her side until her last breath. As I sorted through her things, I found a stack of journals, tucked away in a dusty box. Her elegant script filled the pages, but the words, page after page, year after year, were for another man: Caleb Blakely. Fifty years of our marriage had been a lie, her every action orchestrated to protect her secret passion for him. Her "medical trauma," the reason she claimed we could never be intimate, was a cruel fabrication. And my son, Leo-the boy I raised and loved with all my soul after his mother died-he wasn't just my nephew in spirit. He was Caleb' s biological son. The man I thought was my brother, the woman I devoted my life to, they had made me a fool, an unpaid nanny, a convenient placeholder. The agony of five decades of deceit crushed me, and my heart, already weak from age and grief, finally gave out. Then I gasped, eyes flying open, perfectly healthy and impossibly young, back in my bed with the morning sunlight streaming through the window. I was back. Fifty years in the past. Jocelyn was walking in the door, briefcase in hand, ready to begin the betrayal all over again. Not this time.”
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