To save me, my twenty-five-year-old husband was thrown from a tall building by his assailants. When he finally opened his eyes again, he was chillingly distant from me. He claimed he was from ten years in the future, back to set everything right. He said that at thirty-five, he would cheat on me with another woman, three years into our marriage. He said we’d grown to despise each other long ago, but were bound together for ten years because of our child. He said he and Ashley also had a child. And his first demand upon returning to his twenty-five-year-old self was for me to abort our unborn twins and divorce him. The very next morning, Liam discharged himself and brought Ashley home. I was rushed back by his parents, only to find him holding Ashley’s hand, declaring, “Ashley is my true love. She’s the only one who truly understands me, the one I’m meant to spend my life with. I have to marry her!” “As for Chloe, I owe her. I’ll compensate her after the divorce.” His parents were livid, their faces crimson with rage, sputtering that he had lost his mind. The man who had always loved me, now so utterly devoted to another woman. I looked at him, a bitter ache twisting in my gut. “Liam, were you serious about what you said last night?” He’d been in a coma for almost a month. But when he opened his eyes, he was a different man, claiming to be Liam from ten years in the future. I thought he was disoriented, rambling nonsense because of amnesia. I hadn’t believed him. But now, he was unwavering. Liam’s gaze was as chilling as last night’s. No love, no tenderness—just cold, hard indifference. “Chloe, how many times do I have to say it? I didn’t lose my memory. I remember everything. But I genuinely don’t love you anymore!” Seeing the disgust in his eyes, my heart clenched with a sharp pain. “But we only got married three months ago! You swore you’d only ever love me…” Liam frowned. Before he could speak, Ashley started crying. “Chloe, I know your family is wealthier than mine, and you’re the more suitable match for Liam. But he loves me now. Please, just let us be together!” I suddenly remembered what Liam had told me last night. He said he’d met Ashley three years in the future, when he was on duty. He later learned that due to her impoverished background, she was exploited by wealthy men and ended up working in a club. His concern and pity for her after that incident eventually led to them falling in love. But by then, I had already given birth to Liam’s child. That’s why our parents always refused to let us divorce. So Liam and I were stuck together for ten years. Eventually, Ashley, unable to cope, took her own life and her child’s, jumping from the eighteenth floor. He was back now to fix things before any of that could happen. So he’d found Ashley ahead of time. I sympathized with Ashley’s past, but I couldn’t bring myself to like her. Liam, however, gently helped her up, his eyes full of tenderness, and warned his parents. “Mom, Dad, if you still don’t agree, I’ll quit my job and end my life!” He was using his life as leverage. His parents had no choice but to agree. Liam immediately left with Ashley, intending to propose at her home. After they left, Liam’s parents unleashed all their anger on me. They demanded to know why Liam had changed so drastically after waking up, why his heart had turned after only three months of marriage. I couldn’t answer. How could I tell them… The Liam who walked with me from campus to the altar was gone. Inside his body was the soul of his thirty-five-year-old self. And the thirty-five-year-old Liam didn’t love me. I stumbled out of the house. The biting cold wind of early winter hit my face, yet none of this felt real. How could Liam not love me? When we were eighteen, we went to the same university. After an art competition, he found me, his cheeks flushed, and asked for my number. I looked at his handsome profile, my own ears instantly burning red. He said then, “The moment I saw you, my heart went wild.” He said, “I want to be with you forever.” We started dating when we were twenty, traveling to countless cities. In every city, he would propose to me. He said then that he’d propose to me every year until I was a hundred, until I finally said yes. When I was twenty-four, I was freezing to death on a snowy mountain. He piled all his clothes on me. When the rescue team found us, he was barely clinging to life, but still held me tight. Later, I finally said yes to his proposal. He was so happy he spun me around more than a dozen times. The next day, he flew to the States to meet my parents, and at our wedding, he promised to love only me for the rest of his life. Even when we fell from the building together, he held me close, saying, “Chloe, if there’s a next life, let’s be together then too.” I was unharmed, but he suffered multiple fractures. I swore that when he woke up, I’d spend the rest of my life repaying his profound love. But I never imagined that Liam would one day say he didn’t love me! I wiped away my tears and started walking towards Ashley’s house. I refuse to believe that Liam, who loved me so much, would cheat on me. I’ll make the thirty-five-year-old Liam go back to his own body!
As soon as I reached their yard, I heard intimate sounds coming from inside the house. “…Liam, slow down… Mmm, that feels amazing…” The door was ajar, and I pushed it open instantly. Liam was holding Ashley, one hand kneading her chest, the other pressing the back of her head as he kissed her deeply. My pupils constricted. “Liam, what are you doing?!” I couldn’t believe a man with such self-control could lose himself to desire like this. Was this man, standing before me, truly the Liam I’d been in love with for seven years? Hearing my voice, Liam immediately reined in his look of desire, turning his head coldly. “What I do has nothing to do with you. Get out!” I bit back the pain in my heart, forcing myself to meet his familiar yet icy eyes. “This is my husband’s body! We’re not divorced yet!” Liam scoffed. “Your husband is me, isn’t he?” But I stubbornly shook my head. “You’re not him. Give him back to me!” He finally released a flushed Ashley, murmuring a few soft words in her ear, then roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out. I never imagined Liam, who had always treated me with such tenderness, wanting to hold me in the palm of his hand, would ever treat me like this. Even the thirty-five-year-old him wouldn’t be this cruel! Outside, before he could speak, I asked him, “Tell me, what do I need to do to make you return to your own body?” “If you’re worried about Ashley, I can give her a large sum of money to send her abroad…” Liam was unmoved. “I came back to marry her. I want to be with Ashley forever.” Forever… He’d just used that word in our wedding vows three months ago. And the person he’d sworn it to was me. A sudden, sharp pain made it almost impossible to breathe. Then I remembered the crucifix he had specially sought out for me before our wedding. “You’re not Liam…” “Liam even swore an oath at a famous church, promising to love only me, always and forever!” “Please, I’m begging you. Just bring my husband back, and I’ll agree to anything you ask…” Liam’s expression seemed to falter for a split second, but the next moment, his tone grew even more brutal. “Chloe, I hate it when you look like this! Don’t you know how pathetic you look when you cry?” “You don’t seriously think that if the twenty-five-year-old Liam returned, he’d love you forever, do you?” “Everything I told you before is true. Three years from now, I will fall madly in love with Ashley.” “I am the Liam from the future. You’re just finding out the ending of this marriage ahead of time!” “Cutting our losses now is better for both of us.” His words left me speechless. Deep down, I understood that if he truly was the Liam from ten years in the future, then my persistence right now was pointless. But I preferred to believe that he was merely possessed by someone claiming to be Liam. I took a deep breath. “If you can convince the twenty-five-year-old Liam himself to tell me he doesn’t love me, then I’ll leave willingly. Otherwise, forget it!” Liam stared at me for a moment, then twisted his lips into a mocking smile. “Dream on.” He pulled out divorce papers and forcibly thrust them into my hand. “Sign the papers if you know what’s good for you. Otherwise, I’m happy to drag this through a messy divorce court!”
Liam didn’t come back to our home that night. I tossed and turned for hours before finally drifting into a restless sleep. In my dream, I vaguely remembered Madame Zelda’s words from back then. Liam had asked Madame Zelda to read our love line with Tarot cards, but she shook her head, a knowing look in her eyes: “Your love line… I cannot read it for you.” I didn’t care much for these things, but Liam was adamant. Eventually, Madame Zelda said that if he was truly sincere, he first had to go to a remote chapel and retrieve a crucifix, proving his true feelings for me. Then she would reconsider. That chapel was very far from us, with no public transportation. You had to drive, and it was a ten-hour journey. I felt bad for him and convinced Liam to drop it that day. After all, true love lives in the everyday. I had eyes; I saw his love. I didn’t need this to prove it. But the next evening, a battered and exhausted Liam, his eyes sparkling, held up a crucifix. “Honey! I did it!” I just had to laugh at his foolishness. When I woke up, I lay still for a long time, then immediately went to find Madame Zelda. I needed to ask if she had foreseen something back then, and if there was a solution to my current situation. Madame Zelda asked me, “Why didn’t you leave him sooner?” I was about to protest, but she drew my gaze to another part of the room. One look, and a wave of anger washed over me. Liam was embracing Ashley, coming to the fortune teller together. I forced myself to swallow the lump in my throat, convincing myself I was here to seek guidance. Madame Zelda looked at my pale face, sighed, and handed me a Tarot card. “Take this home, tape it above your bed, and get a good night’s sleep. Tomorrow, you’ll have your answer.” I followed Madame Zelda’s instructions, taping the card to my headboard. After that, I had a very long, vivid dream. I dreamed I was seven months pregnant, going for a prenatal check-up. On the way home, Liam received an emergency call from the precinct, leaving me to go home alone. On my way back, I got into a car accident and went into premature labor, losing one of the twins. Liam held the deceased baby, his eyes red-rimmed, demanding why I hadn’t been more careful. I, too, was heartbroken over the loss of our child. That incident became a wedge between us. Later, our surviving daughter was diagnosed with autism at three years old. Liam’s assignments at the precinct grew more frequent, and he came home less and less. I became a shadow of my former self. I’d secretly check his phone, drop by the station unannounced when he worked late, and tell our daughter, “Daddy doesn’t want us anymore.” Almost every time he came home, we’d have a huge fight. “If you hadn’t given birth to her, we wouldn’t be living in such misery!” In the dream, Liam slammed the door and left. A month later, I found a movie ticket stub in the pocket of his police uniform, which he’d left for the laundry. It was for a couple’s row. I stared at the ticket stub, my eyes welling up. That night, he had told me he’d been at the station all night interrogating a suspect. Later, similar incidents piled up. The scent of perfume clinging to his clothes, the accidental lipstick stain on his collar, and that unlabeled but frequently called number on his phone. I watched, scene by scene, as things became irrevocably broken. Ashley gave birth to a son, healthy and remarkably bright. On our daughter’s fifth birthday, he promised to take her to an amusement park but broke the promise because he had to take Ashley’s son to the hospital. Our daughter cried, asking, “Mommy, does Daddy not like us at all?” We hated the sight of each other, but stayed together for our child. Finally, the scene froze on Ashley standing at the edge of a rooftop with her son. She smiled at a frantic Liam, saying, “Liam, next life, I hope I meet you sooner.” Then she jumped. And Liam, eyes bloodshot and sharp as knives, glared at me. “Chloe, are you happy now?” I jolted awake, drenched in a cold sweat. I touched my still-flat stomach, my mind a chaotic mess. Before seeing the future with my own eyes, I’d always thought, how could our relationship ever reach that point? But after witnessing, firsthand, how Liam’s and my marriage gradually decayed… I closed my eyes. As he wished, I signed the divorce papers.
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