1 By accident, I became online friends with my boyfriend from ten years in the future. Shyly, I asked him: Will our marriage be happy in the future? He replied: By then, I’d already cheated. Why would I marry you? Your future husband is my good friend, Reid Langford. Later, after I really married Reid, I was playing on his phone one day when I suddenly froze. Wait. Why did Reid’s phone have the social account of that so-called “Miles Archer from ten years in the future”? A stranger with the username S added me on my messaging app. He claimed to be my boyfriend, Miles Archer, from ten years in the future. At first, I didn’t believe him. But he kept trying to prove himself, sending one message after another. I know it sounds insane that I can be online friends with my ex-girlfriend across time, but I really am Miles from ten years later. I smoke Marlboro Reds. I hate scallions because I’m allergic. And… Oh, right. I have a mole on my butt. ! That piece of evidence was extremely private. Other than Miles and me, not even his parents necessarily knew about it. Could he really be Miles from ten years in the future? By then, I was mostly convinced. After thinking for a moment, I asked a shy question. If you really are Miles from ten years later, then tell me. Are we happy after we get married? Future Miles sent back two lines. I stopped loving you a long time ago and cheated. Why would I marry you? Your future husband is my good friend, Reid Langford. ? Confused, I typed: What does that mean? Ten minutes ago, after you walked me home, you told me you were going to make a fortune and take care of me. How could you have stopped loving me long ago? And how could I possibly marry Reid Langford? Another block of messages came through. Fine, Sophie Bennett. You’re a good person. For the sake of the two hundred dollars you still gave as a wedding gift when I got married, I’ll tell you the truth. That way, you won’t keep clinging to the current me. I frowned and stared at my phone in disbelief. Impossible. Miles loved me so much. He had rejected his childhood sweetheart, Lily Quinn, for me more than once. How could we possibly break up? Messages continued popping up. Actually, when I told you I’d make money to support you, it was because Lily had just miscarried my child. Lily Quinn was Miles’s childhood sweetheart. I felt guilty, so I said those things to comfort you. When you found out, you dumped me and got together with Reid. … Slowly, I typed: Impossible. You’re not Miles. You’re trying to sabotage my relationship with my boyfriend and drag Reid into it to humiliate him too. The other side pressed closer. Don’t believe me? Go check my game account first. Lily and I are listed as lovers in the game. Every night when I tell you I’m going to sleep early, I’m actually on voice chat playing with her. I didn’t play games. Clumsily, I downloaded the game and logged in. The game required a social account login. It could show which of my contacts were online. At that moment, Miles was duo-queueing with someone. I awkwardly tapped into his profile and checked his social relationships. Sure enough, Miles and a player named LilyBaby were in a lover relationship. And every night, during the hours he told me he was going to bed early, he had taken advantage of my ignorance and openly played with Lily. Sophie, believe me now? There’s even juicier stuff. Want to hear it? Messages kept coming. I rubbed my cold fingers and slowly exited the game. What else? Lily’s abortion report is on Miles’s phone. As soon as that message came through, it was recalled. So quickly I barely saw the second half. Then he sent it again. Lily’s abortion report is on my phone. I know you’re too well-mannered to touch other people’s phones, so I never even deleted it. Oh, and Lily has a private short-video account. It’s full of videos of us. There are kissing videos too. Want to see? Future Miles immediately sent me the profile link. I tapped in. It wasn’t just kissing videos of my boyfriend and his childhood sweetheart. There was also a video of them on a hotel bed, pressed intimately together. The time stamp showed it had just been posted. Miles had practically dropped me off with one foot and gone to meet Lily at a hotel with the other. In front of me, he had acted so well. The shock of betrayal hit me so hard my head spun and rang. S had been right about everything. It took me a long time to come back to myself. Then I screenshotted all the evidence and sent it to Miles in one burst. Very quickly, Miles called. His voice was panicked. “Sophie, listen to me. It’s not what you think.” “Break up. Get lost.” I hung up cleanly and blocked him. Right. That future version of him needed to be blocked too. A cheater was a cheater. Why distinguish between the present tense and the future tense? The next day after the breakup, I went to work with swollen red eyes. At the entrance of the company, Miles blocked me. He said urgently, “Sophie, Lily and I aren’t what you think.” “Oh, really?” I snatched his phone from his pocket. Face ID unlocked it instantly. I went straight into his photo album. Several pictures of Lily’s abortion report were lying there openly. My heart went completely cold. “Then what is this?” Miles’s face shifted again and again, but he stubbornly said, “Lily had an accidental miscarriage. She and I grew up together, so of course I had to help take care of her.” “And obviously, the child wasn’t mine.” I laughed from anger. Listen to this nonsense. “So you go to hotels with her every day and take care of her after a miscarriage, but the two of you are pure, innocent friends?” “Exactly. I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but it really bothers me that you’re accusing me like this.” Miles slapped his thigh, insisting over and over that he was deeply wronged. I took a deep breath, trying to swallow my fury. I failed. I raised my hand and slapped him. “Miles Archer, how did I never realize you were this shameless? Eating from one bowl while eyeing another?” That slap stunned him. He held his face and finally stopped pretending. “Sophie Bennett, isn’t this partly your fault for not letting me touch you?” “Two years together and you kept things completely platonic. I was about to go crazy.” Then he had the nerve to add, “Besides, it was mainly because I love you too much. Lily grew up with me. She won’t take it seriously.” ? I slapped him again. “Being with you for the past two years is the most embarrassing thing I’ve ever done. We’re done.” After two slaps, Miles stopped pretending completely. He grabbed my wrist and said viciously, “Fine. We can break up. But if you sleep with me once today, I’ll let you go cleanly.” My eyes widened in shock. There was shameless, and then there was this. I had no idea how my future self had managed to stay friends with him, much less give him two hundred dollars at his wedding. Suddenly, a large, slender hand pushed Miles away. “Miles, don’t argue outside my company.” I looked up. It was my direct boss. Also the good friend close enough to Miles that they could go to the gym and shower together. Reid Langford. Miles was a rich second-generation heir. But Reid was a true elite gentleman. He had the kind of face that made it look like genetics had handed him a blank check. Tall, long-legged, with relaxed brows and a lazy, elegant air. At that moment, he stood in front of me, expression casual. Miles clearly didn’t want his reddened face seen by his good friend and used as joke material, so he muttered, “Reid, we weren’t arguing.” “Anyway, I’ve got something to do. Sophie, we’ll talk later.” He had the look of someone who believed this wasn’t over. After patting Reid’s shoulder and exchanging a couple of brotherly lines, he covered his face and hurried away. I wiped my tears and tried to compose myself before looking at Reid. Honestly, I felt strangely unsettled. S had said I would marry Reid in the future. I didn’t know if it was true. So from the moment I saw him, I felt embarrassed. And inexplicably guilty. “Thank you, Mr. Langford.” Reid lowered his eyes to me. His hands were in his pockets, his posture relaxed. “No problem. Were you two breaking up?” “No. We weren’t breaking up. We already broke up.” Reid was actually a decent person. Every time Miles brought me to gatherings with his friends, Reid was always the most polite and proper one. He didn’t drink, didn’t smoke, and never said anything crude. But he was close to Miles. I couldn’t be sure he would stay completely neutral between his employee and his friend. So I didn’t say much. A glimmer passed through Reid’s eyes. “Good that you broke up.” “Huh?” “He’s a jerk. He doesn’t deserve you.” Was this how people talked about their good friends? Male friendship was truly fake. Still, I was surprised. “Do you… really think so?” Reid’s tone was lazy. Together with his face and manner, it had a dangerously persuasive quality. “Of course. As his friend, there are some things I can’t say too bluntly. But breaking up is good.” “Thank you, Mr. Langford. I’ll work hard from now on. I’ll go press the elevator for you.” I bowed respectfully. Then, with my face faintly hot, I hurried to press the elevator button for him. If I really did marry Reid in the future, my weakness for good looks definitely had something to do with it. Reid’s dark gaze remained on my back, the corner of his mouth lifting almost imperceptibly. No matter how awful Miles was, breaking up still hit me hard. For the next two days, I worked in a daze. Once, I almost spilled a cup of coffee on Reid as he happened to pass by. I apologized frantically. Seeing my obviously poor complexion, Reid’s brows tightened almost imperceptibly. That day, right before work ended, our department manager announced something. The company would be having a gathering that night. A high-end club had been booked out. Food and drinks were covered. The only condition was that everyone had to attend. No choice. Corporate livestock couldn’t defy leadership. I went along half-dead. But to be fair, after playing around with a few colleagues for less than half an hour, I did feel better. The service at the club was thoughtful, the music lively, and my coworkers laughed and chatted. The heaviness that had been sitting in my chest for days slowly dispersed. And Reid, who was paying for everything, sat casually with his long legs stretched out. He was seated among a group of balding, beer-bellied middle-aged executives, wearing a faint smile. With that sculpted face, he looked like he came from an entirely different dimension. I secretly glanced at him twice and couldn’t help feeling curious. How on earth would I end up marrying Reid in the future? Would I pursue him? Probably not. I had always kept my distance from powerful people. Would he pursue me? Even less likely. I was his friend Miles’s ex-girlfriend. A man as clean and refined as Reid couldn’t possibly be that shameless, right? When the party ended, it was already very late. Other coworkers left in pairs and groups. I stood at the club entrance with my head down, calling a ride. “I’ll take you home.” Reid stood beside me, his suit jacket draped over one arm. I hesitated. “Uh, that…” It wasn’t that I thought he had bad intentions. I was just a tiny bit shy. Noticing my oddly wandering gaze, Reid suddenly spoke with a serious expression. “Miles just called and asked where you were. I think he’s probably waiting near your place.” “…” Just thinking of that shameless ex annoyed me. Back then, I agreed to date Miles because he once came to see Reid and happened to meet me. He claimed it was love at first sight and pursued me aggressively. I had no interest in rich playboys, so I kept politely refusing. Until one time, there was a sudden blackout at the company, and I was trapped alone in an elevator while working overtime. Miles had come through the darkness to save me. That softened my attitude toward him, and eventually I accepted his pursuit. Damn it. You really couldn’t know a person by their face. If I had known he would mess around with Lily, I would rather have died trapped in that elevator than agree to date him. Now that we had broken up, he was still harassing me. Remembering the vicious things he said that morning, I was honestly afraid. “Then thank you, Mr. Langford.” “No problem. I’m his friend. I can’t watch him make mistakes.” Good man. A truly good man. How could two rich men be so different? One shameless, one this kind. Moved, I followed Reid to his Bentley. In the car, Reid asked very casually, “Sophie, I haven’t had a chance to ask properly these past two days. Why did you and Miles break up?” I paused. Well. Becoming online friends with future Miles was so ridiculous it could make ridiculousness file a police report. No normal person with a scientific worldview would believe it. If I told Reid, I would probably earn myself a reputation for being mentally unstable. So I said vaguely, “I accidentally found out he cheated.” “With Lily?” “Mm…” “After he started dating you, he suddenly got close to Lily again and started fooling around. I warned him several times, but he didn’t seem to think he was wrong.” I pressed my lips together. Wasn’t that how all cheaters acted? Caught red-handed, still righteous enough to claim it was because of love. “It’s fine. We’ve already broken up.” “Any risk of getting back together?” “Huh?” Risk? That was a serious word. I scratched my cheek. “Probably not. I can’t tolerate sand in my eyes.” Just thinking about it made me upset. The corner of Reid’s mouth seemed to lift. Even his tone became lighter. “That’s good.” I hesitated. “Mr. Langford, you know Miles won’t let this go. So I was thinking…” I meant to ask him to act as a buffer and help persuade Miles. But Reid rested one hand on the steering wheel and glanced at me. “Don’t worry. For now, I’ll personally take you to and from work. I won’t let him near you.” “?” My expression went blank. Was my boss really willing to clean up his friend’s mess to this extent? We chatted pleasantly the whole way. Soon, the car arrived downstairs from my apartment. I opened the door and got out. Before I could turn around to say goodbye, an irritated voice suddenly sounded from nearby. “Sophie, whose damn car did you just get out of?”
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