I stumbled upon a video from a street interview blogger.

"What advice would you give to your past self from five years ago?"

In the video, Corbin Murray was holding his young girlfriend close. His voice was calm and affectionate.

"I wish the Corbin Murray from five years ago could have met Arianna Anderson sooner."

The young woman in his arms blushed, covering her mouth as she echoed him.

"I feel the same way."

The viewers were delighted, showering them with blessings.

No one knew that five years ago was the day Corbin and I got married. Even he had forgotten.

Until a week later.

The blogger released another street interview video.

In the footage, I looked straight into the camera and said seriously, "Zainab West, don't marry Corbin Murray. You will regret it."

This time, Corbin saw it.

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The day I agreed to the divorce was ordinary. I dialed Corbin's number, but Arianna answered instead.

"Hello?"

"I'm looking for Corbin."

"He’s in the shower. What’s up? You can tell me."

Her voice was as charming and confident as always, with just a hint of possessiveness and bravado.

In the past, I would have yelled and screamed, hysterically demanding Arianna leave because I wanted to talk to Corbin.

But now, I understood that only Arianna could reach Corbin. I couldn’t let her hang up, leaving me isolated like before.

"He brought up divorce before, right? I agree to it."

I conveyed my message calmly.

Arianna was silent for a moment, then repeated in disbelief, "You agreed to the divorce?"

"Yeah."

No sooner had the words left my mouth than I heard shuffling sounds.

The phone was handed to Corbin. Soon, his deep yet indifferent voice came through.

"It’s me."

I knew. Hearing his voice left me a bit dazed.

After all, since he moved out six months ago to live with Arianna, we hadn’t been in contact.

The last thing he said to me back then was:

"Zainab, we're divorcing. If you don’t agree, I’ll separate from you and take legal action."

Now, half a year later, I’ve conceded.

"Did Arianna say you want to divorce me?"

Seeing my silence, Corbin spoke first. He must have furrowed his brow, his tone carrying a hint of confusion.

I didn’t understand where his confusion stemmed from. Wasn’t he the one who mentioned divorce?

But I wasn’t interested in arguing about who proposed it.

I responded with a simple "Yeah."

"If you’re available, let’s meet to sign the divorce papers."

With that, I hung up.

Discovering Corbin's infidelity, I hung up on him for the first time. Before this, it was always me flooding him with calls and messages. I used the harshest language to curse him and pleaded with him through tearful pleas. But each time, Corbin would say irritably, "Can you stop being a drama queen and talk to me when you've calmed down?" Then, he'd abruptly end the call. No matter how many times I tried to reach out afterward, he simply ignored me.

I wanted to reach out, but every time I thought about the years we'd spent together ending like this, I couldn't help myself. I wanted to confront Corbin, to ask why he betrayed me. I also wanted to beg him to come back, promising that I'd forgive him. But despite all the heartache and waiting, Corbin remained unchanged. Meanwhile, I became increasingly anxious, truly as he said, a madwoman. I wandered aimlessly for a long time, trapped in this painful relationship.

Until three days ago. I stumbled upon a street interview video by a blogger named Walker Dunn. He posed the question, "What would you say to yourself five years ago?" Some spoke of hard work. Others wished they had spent more time with family. Some talked about how the future version of themselves would be awesome and not let themselves down.

Amid these responses, I saw Corbin and his young girlfriend, Arianna Anderson. This convinced me it wasn't staged. Given Corbin’s current status, even the most successful writers would need an appointment to see him. Yet this blogger seemed to pull people off the street for impromptu interviews and just happened to catch Corbin.

The video started with Corbin looking unhappy about the interview. Next to him, Arianna was bubbling with excitement. "This sounds so fun, Corbin, let’s give it a go," she said, tugging on his arm and playfully pouting. Corbin, looking frustrated but indulgent, agreed.

Walker briefly introduced himself and explained his purpose, then asked the usual question. Arianna hesitated, and seeing her struggle, Corbin answered for her. "If I could, I'd wish for the Corbin from five years ago to meet Arianna Anderson first." As he said this, he held her close. His voice was calm, yet he couldn't hide the protective tone towards the girl. Arianna looked at him in surprise and then, with a shy smile, covered her mouth and echoed, "Me too."

By the time I stumbled upon the video, it already had tens of thousands of likes, with comments flooding in beneath it.

"Wow! This couple looks incredible! I'm hooked!"

"Oh my gosh, they're so genuine! This is beautiful, gives us all hope!"

"So adorable! You two have to stay happy! Sending love your way!"

I stared at the video, lost in thought.

Had Corbin really fallen for Arianna this deeply?

Had he forgotten?

Five years ago, at the start of our marriage.

That was when we were truly happy.

Even though we were financially struggling, we felt unbelievably content.

And now, in the video, he expressed a wish.

That he’d met Arianna instead of me five years ago.

I expected my usual reaction—furious, blood boiling.

Ready to grab my phone and bombard Corbin with calls, demanding explanations.

If I couldn’t reach him, I'd likely smash everything in our house and scream to vent my anger.

But oddly enough, this time, I just sat there, unmoving.

The comments, which should have provoked emotions in me, scrolled past like lines of code on a screen.

Then, it felt as if something in my mind had loosened and unraveled.

To my surprise, Corbin’s behavior no longer affected me.

Holding on is fleeting, and understanding hits in a moment.

That's why I made that call earlier.