The Maid Steals My Billionaire Husband - Chapter 12: Chapter 12
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A few days before my birthday, young Eleanor left.
And on that very day, I finally came face to face with the one person I had always longed to see.
I sat in the wheelchair, rolling slowly down the hospital corridor, lost in thought.
Then—
"Eleanor!"
"I'm back, Eleanor."
That voice—so achingly familiar—reached me as if it had traveled across time itself. My breath caught. I couldn't bring myself to turn around.
Tears flooded my eyes, turning the world into a watery haze. A part of me already knew, but I couldn't let myself believe it.
This couldn't be real.
The TV in my room blared the latest scandal—Davis Group CEO flees wedding, rushes to psychiatric hospital, leaves bride sobbing at the altar.
"Eleanor, it's me... I'm back."
"Won't you look at me?"
Memories flashed before me—his promise, whispered like a vow:
"I will bring back the eighteen-year-old Benjamin."
"The Benjamin who loved you most."
And somehow… she had done it.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, and that scent—his scent—filled my senses.
It was really him.
My Benjamin.
The boy I had loved was back.
"Eleanor, I'm sorry."
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
He kept repeating it, his voice breaking. I should have been overjoyed.
I should have been.
But the tears dried as quickly as they came. That rush of happiness faded into quiet resignation in just three seconds.
Three seconds that stretched into forever.
I gently patted his hand and nodded toward the TV, still replaying the ruined wedding.
"You should go back."
"You don't belong here."
"The eighteen-year-old Eleanor needs you."
"Not me. Not now."
"Go. Don't break her heart."
Those precious memories—our past, untouched by time—would stay with me, a balm for the loneliness ahead.
That would be enough.
"I'm glad to see you."
"Benjamin, don't let her down, okay?"
"The eighteen-year-old Eleanor loved you so much."
"So, so much."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my voice steady.
Benjamin didn't leave right away. He stayed, as if trying to make up for lost time.
He was horrified by what his future self had done. He retched in the bathroom, eyes red-rimmed from crying.
"Eleanor, you've suffered."
This Benjamin—young, heart still full of love—took my hand, trembling with guilt.
"I'm so sorry..."
I shook my head and pulled away.
"This isn't you."
"It is me."
He bowed his head like a chastened child, crushed by the weight of broken promises.
Mia, abandoned and disgraced, came crawling back, begging for forgiveness.
"Get out."
Those words came from Benjamin—my Benjamin.
I saw the devastation in her eyes.
"Why...?"
"You're a homewrecker. Shameless."
He showed no mercy. He even had her jailed for what she'd done—for costing me our child.
For a while, it felt like old times. Benjamin stayed by my side, his work fading into the background.
But I knew better.
This was just an illusion.
"Go. Don't keep her waiting."
Benjamin hesitated. "What about you?"
"I'll be fine."
The eighteen-year-old Benjamin belonged to the eighteen-year-old Eleanor.
Not me.
I had already lost him—the boy who once loved me.
He left on a quiet afternoon.
I pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Then I left the city.
In the years that followed, Benjamin became a man obsessed. He scoured the world for any trace of me, but fate kept us just out of reach.
We passed like strangers in a crowd.
He kept searching, eyes fixed ahead.
I never looked back.
And on that very day, I finally came face to face with the one person I had always longed to see.
I sat in the wheelchair, rolling slowly down the hospital corridor, lost in thought.
Then—
"Eleanor!"
"I'm back, Eleanor."
That voice—so achingly familiar—reached me as if it had traveled across time itself. My breath caught. I couldn't bring myself to turn around.
Tears flooded my eyes, turning the world into a watery haze. A part of me already knew, but I couldn't let myself believe it.
This couldn't be real.
The TV in my room blared the latest scandal—Davis Group CEO flees wedding, rushes to psychiatric hospital, leaves bride sobbing at the altar.
"Eleanor, it's me... I'm back."
"Won't you look at me?"
Memories flashed before me—his promise, whispered like a vow:
"I will bring back the eighteen-year-old Benjamin."
"The Benjamin who loved you most."
And somehow… she had done it.
Strong arms wrapped around me from behind, and that scent—his scent—filled my senses.
It was really him.
My Benjamin.
The boy I had loved was back.
"Eleanor, I'm sorry."
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry..."
He kept repeating it, his voice breaking. I should have been overjoyed.
I should have been.
But the tears dried as quickly as they came. That rush of happiness faded into quiet resignation in just three seconds.
Three seconds that stretched into forever.
I gently patted his hand and nodded toward the TV, still replaying the ruined wedding.
"You should go back."
"You don't belong here."
"The eighteen-year-old Eleanor needs you."
"Not me. Not now."
"Go. Don't break her heart."
Those precious memories—our past, untouched by time—would stay with me, a balm for the loneliness ahead.
That would be enough.
"I'm glad to see you."
"Benjamin, don't let her down, okay?"
"The eighteen-year-old Eleanor loved you so much."
"So, so much."
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my voice steady.
Benjamin didn't leave right away. He stayed, as if trying to make up for lost time.
He was horrified by what his future self had done. He retched in the bathroom, eyes red-rimmed from crying.
"Eleanor, you've suffered."
This Benjamin—young, heart still full of love—took my hand, trembling with guilt.
"I'm so sorry..."
I shook my head and pulled away.
"This isn't you."
"It is me."
He bowed his head like a chastened child, crushed by the weight of broken promises.
Mia, abandoned and disgraced, came crawling back, begging for forgiveness.
"Get out."
Those words came from Benjamin—my Benjamin.
I saw the devastation in her eyes.
"Why...?"
"You're a homewrecker. Shameless."
He showed no mercy. He even had her jailed for what she'd done—for costing me our child.
For a while, it felt like old times. Benjamin stayed by my side, his work fading into the background.
But I knew better.
This was just an illusion.
"Go. Don't keep her waiting."
Benjamin hesitated. "What about you?"
"I'll be fine."
The eighteen-year-old Benjamin belonged to the eighteen-year-old Eleanor.
Not me.
I had already lost him—the boy who once loved me.
He left on a quiet afternoon.
I pressed a kiss to his forehead.
Then I left the city.
In the years that followed, Benjamin became a man obsessed. He scoured the world for any trace of me, but fate kept us just out of reach.
We passed like strangers in a crowd.
He kept searching, eyes fixed ahead.
I never looked back.
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