Divorce Day Reset: My Wife Back at Seventeen

It wasn't hard to spot Liliana's car. After all, this late at night, there weren't many people having intimacy in their cars in the hospital parking lot. She must've been in a rush. The back door of the car wasn't even fully closed.

A torn pair of stockings dangled by the car door. From inside came a man's low, rough groans. "Lili, would Simon ever do this with you in the car? Do you like me, or do you like him more?"

A woman's breathy, all-too-familiar moans echoed clearly through the empty parking lot. "In the car, I like you the most."

Those intimate, filthy words were like knives that stabbed straight into my heart… and 17-year-old Liliana's too.

Her beautiful, youthful face was twisted in agony. She looked at me, her voice trembling as she said, "Si, just cry if you want to."

I shook my head. "I won't cry."

I withdrew my gaze. Despite the pain burning in my chest, I kept my expression blank. "Liliana, this is the second time."

I stood there quietly. I had no idea how long I stayed frozen in place. Eventually, Liliana climbed out of the car, looking utterly sated.

Her skirt was wrinkled, and one of the buttons on her blouse was missing. She had a smile on her face as she lifted her head, only to lock eyes with me.

Her face instantly drained of color. "B-babe? What are you doing here?"

I didn't answer her question. I just looked past her at Maurice in the car. His face glistened with sweat, and there was a small damp patch on his tailored dress pants.

My silence only made Liliana more frantic. She rushed toward me, reaching for my arm, but I stepped back, avoiding her touch.

"Babe, I can explain. It's not what you think. I—"

"Save it." I cut her off, my expression calm as I looked her in the eye. "I don't want to hear it."

Her hand froze in midair. Her lips parted as if to say something, but Maurice had gotten out of the car and was moving toward me. His eyes were red, and he looked like he was the victim in this whole thing.

"Simon, Liliana and I just couldn't control ourselves. It's all my fault. If you want to blame someone, then blame—ah!"

He suddenly grabbed my hand and slammed it hard into his own stomach. He collapsed onto the ground, staring up at me in feigned shock. "Simon, I just wanted to apologize. Why did you do this? Why did you punch me?"

He clutched his stomach, letting out a few agonized groans. "Liliana, it hurts… It really hurts…"

Concern flooded Liliana's eyes. She completely forgot about me and turned to help him up. "Mo, are you okay? Hang in there. I'll take you to the ER."

Maurice caught her sleeve. "Don't worry about me. Simon must be furious. Go talk to him and calm him down."

At that, Liliana looked back at me, her expression twisted with conflict. "Babe…"

"I didn't hit him," I said evenly.

"But Mo is so naive…" She trailed off, but the part she left unsaid landed on my heart like a sledgehammer. She meant that Maurice was too naive to pull something so manipulative.

I let out a small laugh and stepped aside, clearing the way to the elevator. "Are you going to walk away from me for him?"

Liliana's face was full of pain. "Babe, I swear to you that my feelings for you have never changed."

Her voice was firm and full of conviction, as if she truly believed I should trust in her love. "But right now, Mo is suffering. I can't just leave him like this."