Part 2My Future Self Warned Me in a Diary to Run

Ryan was dazed for a moment, then instinctively reached for his phone.

After seeing the message, he immediately got up anxiously and put on his jacket.

"There's a problem with the project at the company, I need to go back right away."

"Maya, stay safe at home. I'll have the housekeeper come stay with you. Call me anytime if you need anything."

Ryan hurried to the door.

Seeing that I still hadn't reacted, he paused.

"If… if you don't want me to leave, I can stay with you."

In the dim light, I couldn't clearly see Ryan's expression.

But I could distinctly feel the exhaustion in his voice.

Ever since I got sick, my emotions had been unstable.

Ryan ran between the company and home every day to care for me, trying every way to make me happy.

The coffee table always had my favorite fruits.

Piles and piles of books on psychotherapy.

He was so tired his eyes were bloodshot, so exhausted he could fall asleep standing up.

How could Ryan, who loved me so much, be cheating?

How could Ryan, who loved me so much, even have the time to cheat?

I tenderly touched his face and spoke softly.

"It's okay, you go handle your work."

"I took my medication, I'm already much better."

"I'll cooperate with the treatment from now on and try to recover soon."

Seeing me say this, Ryan was somewhat relieved.

He kissed my cheek, then left reluctantly.

I wondered if it was my imagination.

There seemed to be a faint, lingering perfume scent in the air.

I didn't think much of it, bending down to pick up the diary.

In that short time, another line of text had appeared on it.

"Go to Hillside Manor, you'll find the answer you're looking for."

Hillside Manor…

My hand holding the diary trembled slightly.

I struggled to control myself, not letting the tears fall.

Hillside Manor was our marital home, bought with Ryan and my life savings.

It was also the place where I lost my child.

Years ago, Ryan and I were busy with our careers and it took a toll on our health.

After years of trying to conceive, I finally got pregnant with this baby.

I carefully carried him for eight months.

Then, a single misstep, and I tumbled down the stairs.

At eight months, the baby's tiny hands and feet were fully formed.

He was almost ready to open his eyes.

But because of my momentary carelessness, he left this world forever.

I was in agony, filled with self-blame, unable to accept any of it.

I punished myself with self-harm and refusing to eat, escaping reality through memories.

Ryan worried about my deteriorating state.

He was afraid I would do something drastic in my grief.

He sold the manor and moved me here.

From then on, Hillside Manor and those memories became an unspoken taboo between us.

I thought it was proof of his love for me.

But the diary in front of me now suggested something else.

Ryan had done this to make it easier to hide his mistress there.

A complex emotion surged within me.

Soon, several more lines appeared rapidly in the diary. Painful and urgent.

"Maya, I know you're hurting, but you must understand."

"Ryan doesn't love you at all."

"He's long been fed up with your mood swings and is cheating with his young secretary."

"Whatever meager affection you once shared has long been eroded by the passage of time."

I shook my head, no, this couldn't be.

Ryan and I had known each other since we were young, building everything from the ground up.

I had saved his life, changed his destiny.

He loved me; he would never betray me.

I tried to close the diary, telling myself these were all hallucinations.

But the words that appeared next ripped my already shattered heart completely to shreds.

"Don't blame yourself for the miscarriage; it wasn't your fault."

"During your pregnancy, Ryan claimed he was busy with work, but in reality, he was constantly with Chloe."

"On the day of your miscarriage, they were both upstairs."

"Chloe accidentally knocked over lubricating oil, which caused you to fall and miscarry."

"While you were being rushed to the hospital, Chloe was hiding in the nursery you personally decorated."

"While you grieved and blamed yourself for the miscarriage, Ryan was spending every day with Chloe."

"And just now, the reason Ryan left in such a hurry is because he received news that Chloe is pregnant."

"They are currently at Hillside Manor, discussing how to transfer your joint marital assets."

"Maya, wake up."

"The only one who can save you from this misery is yourself."

The handwriting in the diary shifted from neat to frantic.

It seemed to contain boundless desperation and helplessness.

I fought back tears.

But my body trembled with immense sorrow.

The moon outside was hazy.

That fleeting message had transformed into a gaping chasm, threatening to swallow me whole, along with the night.

Had Ryan truly cheated, or was my illness worsening again?

I didn't know, I didn't understand.

Only Hillside Manor could give me an answer.