The Secret in My Husband’s Glove Compartment Destroyed Our Two Years Chapter 08
“Did you see what’s in the group chat?”
Sloane forwarded me the screenshots.
Leona had been telling our mutual friends that I
forced her to sell her house and made William cut
her off.
Someone asked her, “So there’s really nothing between you and William?”
She replied, “I’ve always seen him as a brother.
Camilla’s just too sensitive.”
I closed the screenshots.
“Don’t defend me.”
“You’re not angry?”
“I don’t need them to decide who’s right and who’s
wrong anymore.”
Half an hour later, there was a new message in the
group chat.
William had posted our joint account statements
and the payment dates for Leona’s house
purchase.
[I transferred the money without telling Camilla beforehand.]
[I also didn’t tell Camilla what the auto loan was
for before I had her sign.]
[Camilla filed for divorce not out of jealousy or pettiness.]
[I had no boundaries, and I took her compromises for granted.]
[I’m the one who should be blamed.]
The group chat went silent for a long time.
Someone deleted their earlier message blaming
- me.
I didn’t reply.
That same day, I went back to the old house to
pick up my last box of books.
William had already sealed the cardboard boxes, with labels neatly marked according to each room.
“I didn’t touch anything you left behind.”
“Thanks.”
“Camilla. You don’t have to be this polite.”
“I’ll only be more polite from now on.”
He looked down and didn’t respond.
The door lock clicked.
Leona walked in with a key in her hand. She froze
when she saw me.
“Why do you still have a key?”
William held out his hand.
“Give it back.”
“You told me I could come anytime.”
“I was wrong then.”
“Now you won’t even let me through the door
because of her?”
“This is Camilla’s house too.”
Leona’s eyes were red as she slapped the key into
his palm.
“Are you trying to destroy me? Posting all that in the group chat?”
“I only stated the facts.”
“Everyone thinks I’m some gold–digging mistress
now.”
Did the money go toward your house?”
“I’ll pay it back.”
“Did Camilla force you to take it?”
“No.”
“Then don’t blame her for that.”
Leona looked at me and let out a strange laugh.
“William. Are you really going to tell me you never
had feelings for me?”
William was silent for a long time.
I picked up my box. I wasn’t going to wait around
for his answer.
But his voice came from behind me.
“I did like it that you always came to me for
everything.”
“It made me feel important.”
“But that wasn’t love.”
Leona’s voice trembled.
“You stayed up with me. You tracked my cycles.
You came every time I called. That wasn’t love
either?”
“No.”
“Then what was it?”
“I kept using that favor as an excuse. I wouldn’t admit I’d crossed the line a long time ago.”
“The person I hurt was Camilla.”
“Not for much longer.”
Leona’s tears fell. The color drained from William’s
face too.
I didn’t stop walking.
Downstairs, he caught up and took the box from
my arms.
“I’ll carry it to your car. I’m not going with you.”
“Put it down. I can manage.”
“Just this once.”
I let go.
At the curb, he set the box in the trunk.
“I heard you’re moving to Rookhaven next month?”
“Yeah.”
“Your job transfer went through?”
“Yeah.”
“I won’t stop you.”
“Thanks.”
William gave a bitter smile.
“See? Even learning to respect you–I’m late to that
too.”
I closed the trunk.
He pulled a folded sticky note from his pocket but
didn’t hand it over.
“Before we sign the divorce agreement–can I give
this back to you myself?”
“What is it?”
“Something I promised you. Two years ago.”