All Chapters of Untouched for Three Years: Leaving My Billionaire Husband: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

In the hours before she returned, he had searched through the traces of her life in the house with an urgency that now made him ashamed. The form had led him where his own questions never had. By the time he was finished, he had learned enough to understand that the story he had accepted for three years had been only the smallest, most convenient part of the truth.“Three years ago, on that cruise ship” His voice trembled despite his effort to control it. “You were already a national champion, weren’t you? You were one step away from the Olympic trials. One step away from representing Britain.”“You spent half an hour in freezing water because of me,” Vance said. “You damaged your body. You lost your chance at the one thing you had worked for your entire life.”His eyes were red now, his voice stripped down to something rawer than anger.“You almost died for me. You gave up glory most people would never even touch. Why didn’t you tell me? Why, in three years, did you never say one wor

Morning sunlight filtered through the narrow curtains of the guest room, falling in broken pieces across the bedside table.When Rebecca opened her eyes, she was dazed for a moment.There was no broad back facing the window. No suffocating thirty centimetres of distance on a bed they had shared in name only. In this simply furnished guest room, she had slept more peacefully than she had in three years.A faint burnt smell drifted through the air, mixed with the scent of toast.Rebecca frowned slightly.The senior maids at Bradford Manor were trained too well to let anything burn in the kitchen, much less produce that clumsy, unmistakable trace of something overcooked.She pushed back the covers, got out of bed, washed quickly, and opened the door.The sight before her stopped her in place.In the soft light of early morning, Vance stood in the open-plan kitchen before the marble counter. He had taken off his usual immaculate suit jacket and wore only a white shirt, the sleeves rolled

“Are you finished?”Rebecca’s four quiet words settled over the VIP lounge with an unexpected chill.Yanxi Ji frowned, ready to sharpen his insult, but Rebecca had already withdrawn her gaze.She did not bother to look at Catherine’s carefully innocent face again. Without another word, and without the slightest disruption to her pace, she turned and walked toward the main exhibition hall at the end of the corridor.The Rebecca of the past might have stood there with her nails digging into her palms, ashamed beneath their laughter. The Rebecca of today understood something much simpler: she had come here to close the door on an old longing. She had no need to stay and play her part in a boring little performance staged by people who mistook inherited money for worth.“Stop there.”Just as Rebecca reached the large vintage wrought-iron doors leading into the core exhibition hall, two foreign security guards in black suits and earpieces raised their arms and blocked her path.“I’m sorry,

Liam’s expression cooled at once.The air inside the box seemed to tighten.Rebecca followed the manager’s nervous glance toward the one-way glass separating their box from the neighbouring one.The curtain in Box Two had been drawn back slightly.Vance sat on one side of the broad sofa. He was still in his well-cut suit, though his collar was a little disordered, showing that he had come in haste. Catherine leaned close beside him, her face bright with admiration and delight. Around them, Yanxi and the others held champagne glasses, laughing with the careless confidence of people who believed the world would always arrange itself for their entertainment.They looked harmonious there.Perfectly placed in the same polished circle.Vance, however, was not looking at Catherine.He was looking coldly toward Box One.He had seen Rebecca. He had seen Liam beside her.And this was deliberate.Because of the jealousy at the bar. Because of the anger from the divorce she had asked for at home.

Rebecca walked quickly, the hem of her hoodie cutting a sharp line through the cold draft of the corridor.Liam stayed beside her, his tall frame shielding her from the complicated stares and hungry curiosity left behind them.Vance watched them disappear through the revolving doors of the Royal Art Hall.His fingers curled at his sides, tightening inch by inch until the veins stood out across the backs of his hands. For a moment, he thought he could still catch the faint scent Rebecca had worn for three years, that familiar softness he had never cared to name properly. But now it seemed broken apart by the cold masculine fragrance clinging to Liam’s leather coat.“Vance…”The trembling call broke the dead silence of the corridor.Catherine had come to stand beside him. She lifted her face, her eyes bright with tears that had not yet fallen. The sadness in her expression made her carefully done makeup look even more delicate, more fragile. Her fingers caught lightly at the sleeve of h