All Chapters of Untouched for Three Years: Leaving My Billionaire Husband and Return the Pool: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1 Failed To Be A Wife

Chapter 2 A Cry In The Night

She moved in close, lifted her face, and kissed him.It was awkward at first. Her lips brushed his with more courage than skill. She laid both hands on his chest. He felt warm and solid under her fingers. One hand slid up to his neck but she stopped short of pulling him in closer. Romy kept her eyes closed, perhaps to shut out any show of rejection in his expression.He smelled faintly of soap and the clean, tangy trace of cedar that had clung to his shirts for as long as she had known him. It was a scent so familiar, it never failed to tease her senses. For three years, she had slept beside it, folded it from his laundry, breathed it in from the empty side of the bed after he had already risen.Now it was close enough to touch.She pressed her mouth to his again, a little insistent this time, trying to follow instinct where experience failed her. Her fingers tightened in the robe. She was aware of everything at once—the warmth of him, the damp ends of her hair against her neck, the p

Chapter 3 Empty Nights

Rain began to fall outside the windows.At first it was only a faint tapping against the glass, so soft that Romy might have missed it on any other night. But the room had gone terribly quiet after Devon left, and every small sound seemed to find her.She sat on the edge of the bed without turning on the lamp.The rain made her think of another rainy night, years ago, when the sea had been black beneath the lights of the cruise ship and someone had screamed from the deck.She had run before even deciding to run. The cold air torn at her lungs. People were shouting behind her, but all she had seen was the man in the water, his dark hair disappearing and surfacing between the waves.Devon Kensington.The boy she had secretly watched from a distance for years. The man everyone wanted to stand beside, though he had never once looked back at her.Yet Romy had not thought of any of that when she jumped.The water had closed over her like a fist. It was winter, and the cold stole the strengt

Chapter 4 Brazenly Unapologetic

“Hey, look, isn’t that Devon?” Sophia asked aloud, with sudden interest. “Who’s that woman with him?”Chloe craned her neck to look at the entrance to the center. A second later, curiosity gave way to recognition, and then to the sort of smile that made every private matter feel like something laid out for public entertainment.“Oh,” she said, drawing the word out. “That’s Caroline, isn’t it? The one Devon used to…”Sophia understood at once.Her gaze shifted toward Romy, and the sympathy that appeared on her face was so exaggerated it became cruel.“Wait,” Sophia said, lowering her voice without bothering to make it truly quiet. “You didn’t follow Devon here, did you? God, Romy. That’s actually sad.”Chloe chuckled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Imagine chasing your own husband, to spy on his date.”Romy heard them.She also heard what they had not yet said aloud: that her husband and his first love had come here together, brazenly unapologetic, as if there were nothing strange a

Chapter 5 The Training Squad

Romy kept walking.Her wet footprints marked the tile behind her until the changing-room door swung open.Then Chloe’s voice broke through the poolside murmur.“Wait—that badge. Isn’t that the British national swimming team training emblem?”The atmosphere shifted at once.Romy stopped with her hand still on the door.Across the pool, a group of swimmers had entered through the main doors in matching navy windbreakers. They moved in a line, tall, lean, and focused, carrying kit bags and water bottles, their presence cutting through the leisure-club brightness like a blade through silk. Conversation thinned around them. Even the younger swimmers in the lanes glanced over.At the front of the group walked a man in his fifties with iron-grey hair, a tactical board tucked under one arm. His expression was severe, his posture still carrying the authority of a man who had spent decades turning talent into medals.Matthew Miller.Chloe was already sitting straighter. Sophia lowered her phone

Chapter 6 Lost And Found Her

Romy felt herself go rigid.It had been a long time since she’d heard that name. After getting married, she gave up training and cut ties with all her former social connections.She became a wife, but very few people knew she was Mrs. Kensington.As if, after getting married, she had lost her name.She was merely Romy.Slowly, she turned back, drawing the towel a little higher around her shoulders. Her face was bare of makeup, cool and pale from the water, yet against the blue of the pool behind her, there was something striking about that unadorned stillness—something clean, hard, and impossible to dress up or diminish.“Coach Miller,” she said quietly. Her eyes felt warm before she could stop them.“It really is you.” Miller reached her in several long strides. The severe face that had stared down champions, sponsors, and entire committees without softening was now filled with disbelief and something close to pain. His gaze moved over her old black training suit, the towel clutched

Chapter 7 Too Absurd

"Devon?"Miller’s gaze sharpened like a hawk’s.Following Romy’s line of sight, he looked straight at Devon Kensington.The man stood at the poolside with a woman’s handbag in one hand and a thermos in the other. Close beside him leaned the woman in a stylish sports dress, her posture soft and deliberately delicate. Devon looked composed, elegant, and entirely without shame.Miller frowned. “Him?” His voice sank; disbelief held tightly beneath the anger. “Romy, do you mean this man?”His gaze moved between Devon and Caroline, as though he were trying to confirm something too absurd to accept. That the man standing close enough to some other woman to put a hand around her waist, was the husband of his most promising student — the girl who should have stood at the top of the world with the national flag across her shoulders?“Romy, tell me…” Miller gestured at Devon. His voice carried an almost desperate insistence. “Is this the man you mean? Your husband?”The swimming center had falle

Chapter 8: Schoolgirl Talent

Coach Miller frowned, but he didn’t answer.Caroline went on as if she hadn’t noticed his coldness. She lifted one hand and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, offering a shy little smile that had clearly been softened for effect.“It’s just that I actually loved swimming when I was at school,” she said. “I wasn’t trained professionally, of course, but my classmates always said I had talent. I was quite good at butterfly and freestyle, and my fitness scores were always among the best in school.”As she spoke, her gaze flicked back to Devon, seeking support. An unspoken plea for him to help her carry this moment.Devon read it. His lips opened and his throat worked once as though he were about to speak.Yet, before he could, Romy spoke up. It was calm, mild, even touched with a little curiosity, as if she were asking a question in perfect sincerity.“Caroline, you said you were quite good at swimming in school?”Caroline paused, caught off guard by the sudden interruption. Th

Chapter 9: Her Value Revealed

Perhaps it had been too long since Devon paid any attention to that scent. Or perhaps, for too long, his attention had been occupied by another fragrance, another presence that he had allowed to take priority between them.But as Romy walked past him, the faint trace of Peony & Blush Suede stirred something he would rather not remember.That stormy night, a little more than three years ago.Losing his footing on the slippery wet deck, then the freezing sea closing over his head.He fought the memory of that terrible sense of panic as he floundered hopelessly in the merciless waves.The last thing he had sensed before losing consciousness had not been perfume, or the aroma of scented soap. It had been seawater and something nameless — an essence that belonged only to Romy.It was the last thing he had experienced before the darkness took him.“Thank you, Coach,” Romy said quietly.She wanted to explain. She wanted to say that she had given up because she had wanted a child, because the

Chapter 10: Any Recent Changes?

The Reproductive Medicine Department at St Mary’s Hospital was on the fifth floor.Romy had come to this building so many times that even the security guard at the hospital entrance greeted her without being prompted. She had made every visit, however, alone.Today, someone walked beside her.Linda, the nurse at reception, looked up with her usual professional smile. Her gaze settled on Romy’s face, and the familiar greeting was already forming on her lips.“Miss Palmer, your appointment today is —”Then she saw the man standing beside Romy.Linda’s smile froze for a full two seconds.Her eyes moved from Romy to the imposing man beside her, who stood more than half a head taller, his presence too polished and commanding for the department’s regular visitors. In eight years working in reproductive medicine, Linda had seen countless women come in alone. Some arrived red-eyed. Some came expressionless. Some clutched messages from partners who had refused to attend.She rarely saw the hus

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