My husband invented a time machine and went back without hesitation, preparing to resurrect "the one that got away." Perhaps because of his time travel, my current life trajectory changed. Day one, I found the husband's name on the marriage certificate at home changed to my nemesis. Day two, I found my nemesis lying in my bed. Day three, a little bean who looked exactly like my nemesis opened the door and called me, "Mommy." After we lived happily as a family of three, my husband traveled back, and he broke down. Chapter 1 In the third year of my marriage to Caleb, as a genius scientist, he invented a machine that could travel through time and space. He told me, "Sarah, I want to go back and save Julia." Julia was his college girlfriend. They broke up because Julia insisted on developing her career abroad. Six months after breaking up with Julia, he confessed to me. At that time, Caleb was a top student, the favored son of heaven, impeccable in looks and personality. With such a prize falling on my head, I couldn't help but be moved. I agreed, and we were together. After grad school, we got married. Now we have been married for three years. I don't know much about Julia, only that she was also excellent and died in a plane crash returning to the country. Caleb promised me, "Sarah, don't worry, you are already my wife. I'm going back only because it's a pity Julia died. Once I save her, I will travel back." I pulled a ridiculous smile, "Caleb, where do you place me?" "Caleb, do you really not have Julia in your heart? Are you planning to lie to yourself too?" He was silent for a long time, finally speaking, "Sarah, let's divorce." I sneered. "I thought about it. If an accident happens, the best way is for us to divorce. I will leave with nothing. You wait for me for two years. If I don't come back in two years, you can marry someone else." "Why do you think I am willing to wait for you?" Caleb looked at me with a tired face, softening his tone, "Sarah, stop making a scene." Coming back from work, I felt a sore throat. I went back to the bedroom without a word and lay down. At night, I felt my body sinking. High fever made me speechless. In my drowsy consciousness, Caleb picked me up, voice gentle, "Wifey, get up and take medicine." After being fed medicine by him, I asked him with a hoarse voice, "Promise me, can you not go?" Under the light, Caleb's face looked exceptionally handsome. He was silent. I smiled bitterly, "Let's go divorce tomorrow." The next day, my consciousness was still groggy. Caleb persuaded me, "Divorce isn't urgent. How about we divorce when you get better?" "No need." I wore a coat. When Caleb was about to put a scarf on me, I dodged calmly. He handed me the scarf with some disappointment. After I put it on myself, he drove to City Hall. Coming out of City Hall, my vision went black, almost falling over. Caleb supported me. One month left until the divorce papers are finalized. Then he will take the time machine back to the past. On the way back, I asked him, "If you really save Julia, and she says she likes you and wants to be with you, what about us?" He guaranteed me, "Sarah, I will be with you. I will choose you." I just found it laughable. During this month, Caleb and I were like strangers under the same roof, barely speaking. Probably due to bad mood, my illness lingered. When I stepped on the scale, I realized I had lost ten pounds. Caleb and I finalized the divorce. Before stepping into the time machine, he said to me, "Sarah, wait for me to come back." I opened my mouth, "Caleb, I won't wait for you." With a look of astonishment, he slowly disappeared from the time machine. In the following days, I started living alone. At first, I was unaccustomed, suddenly feeling the bed was huge and the house empty. I put the divorce papers under the pillow. Until a year later, the papers fell out from under the pillow. I found that the divorce papers had turned into a marriage certificate. Chapter 2 I opened it and found the photo of me and my nemesis, Quinn, on the marriage certificate. The date was March 2015. At that time, I seemed to still be a college student. In my memory, I had just been with Caleb for six months. Why would I marry Quinn? Moreover, except for the renovation, many things in the house changed. A night light appeared on the bedside table. If I get up to use the bathroom at night, I can tap it on. The washing machine in the bathroom that always made strange noises turned into a brand new fully automatic one. I opened the closet and froze for a moment. Caleb's clothes completely disappeared. Inside were crisp men's suits. Then, I found more details. After Caleb's toothbrush was thrown away by me, two toothbrushes reappeared on the sink. A yellow one was mine, the other blue one... could it be Quinn's? There was also a pair of men's slippers at the door. But surprisingly, there weren't many male elements in the house, not like a man lived here long-term. I wanted to find evidence of my contact with Quinn. I opened WeChat and found Quinn was no longer in my blacklist, appearing grandly in my chat list. Then I clicked on the chat history with him. Very thin. Last contact was ten days ago. He said, "Going on a business trip." I replied, "Mm." Then no more contact. The next night, I woke up in the middle of the night and found a man lying next to me. I was startled. After turning on the light, I saw Quinn's face. He wore a bathrobe, belt loosely tied, revealing smooth chest muscles, looking sleepy. I asked him, "Why are you in my house, in my bed?" A hurt expression appeared on his face instantly, but his tone was very cold. "Sarah, we are husband and wife. Of course I am in your bed." I asked him, "Why are we husband and wife? Why did I marry you?" "In my memory, Caleb and I are the couple." Quinn and I weren't originally enemies. We fell out because of Caleb. My relationship with Caleb wasn't smooth at first; he wasn't enthusiastic about me. Quinn persuaded me to break up several times. We quarreled many times. The last time, I blacklisted him and decided never to interact again. For so many years, it's not that I haven't regretted it, but I couldn't lower my face to reconcile with Quinn. Quinn was the same, never contacting me for so many years. Speaking of this, I felt Quinn's face darken obviously. "Sarah, you have been married to me for so many years, still can't forget Caleb? What's good about that man." I advised him, "No, Caleb is trash. Who can't forget Caleb?" He asked me with astonishment, "You really forgot?" "Really." He asked me, "Can you repeat that?" I asked him, "Repeat what?" "Caleb is..." "Trash." He hooked his lips, looking very satisfied. Chapter 3 I asked him, "So why on earth did we get married?" He asked back, "Don't you know yourself?" If I knew, I wouldn't ask him. Quinn and I lay in the same bed after all. I felt indescribably awkward, worried he might do something to me. Fortunately, he slept very disciplinedly. When I showered in the morning, I found a scar suddenly appeared on my belly. When I came out of the bathroom, breakfast was already on the table. It was my favorite pancakes, bacon and eggs, and a bagel on the table. Quinn put on the black suit hanging in the closet, looking unnatural, even coldly telling me, "I went out for a morning run, passed by the breakfast shop, bought a bit more." I looked at him suspiciously, "The pancake place in the south, the bagel shop in the north. Your 'passing by' is a bit far." I looked him up and down. In my impression, I had never seen Quinn in a suit. Actually, Quinn was tall with long legs, a perfect clothes hanger. He looked very good in a suit. I asked him, "Why are you dressed like this?" "I'm going to work." I asked him, "What position are you now?" Then I lifted my shirt to show my belly. Quinn was surprised, face turning red instantly. I looked at him confusedly. If we have been married for so many years, we should have seen each other's bodies long ago. Why does he still look so innocent? I asked him, "What's with the scar on my belly?" He asked me, "Sarah, you really don't remember?" I decided to confess to him. "Actually, in my memory, I married Caleb." His hand holding the bacon paused in mid-air. "Sarah, do I need to remind you, I don't want to hear this." "After so many years, you still can't forget him?" "No, you have to listen." He crossed his arms, looking like 'let's hear what you can make up'. I told him, "Actually, I married Caleb." His face turned black, "My name is not Caleb." When he stood up to leave, I held him down. "In the third year of marriage, Caleb invented a time machine. He said he wanted to go back and save Julia. Before he went back, we divorced." "Then, I lived alone for a year. I don't know why a marriage certificate of you and me appeared under my pillow." "Nor do I know why you appeared at home." "Even less do I know why we got married." "So, what is the scar on my belly?" He looked at me in surprise, then calmed down quickly. "It's a C-section scar." "We have a child." I asked him, "But there are no traces of a child living in this house. How old is he?" "Six years old." "At my parents'. We are busy with work, inconvenient to take care, so the child is with my parents." I asked him, "Boy or girl? Can I see him this afternoon?" I touched the scar on my belly, really couldn't imagine how I gave birth to a child. When I married Caleb before, it wasn't that I didn't want to have kids, but he proposed to be DINKs. I could only agree, so we didn't have children in three years of marriage. Quinn told me, "It's a boy. He's in elementary school. I'll pick him up after school this afternoon." "Okay." In the afternoon, I saw a very cute little bean, standing at the door looking at me timidly, finally calling me obediently. "Mommy." A softness rose in my heart suddenly. I really couldn't imagine I would give birth to such a child. Chapter 4 When going to sleep at night, Quinn wore a bathrobe, belt loosely tied at the waist, super unintentionally revealing full chest muscles. I sighed, "I'd better sleep in the next room." Quinn looked aggrieved, "Sarah, we are husband and wife." I was silent for a moment, "But I have no memory of our life together. Suddenly like this, I can't accept it." He promised immediately, "I won't do anything. If you don't believe me, you are questioning my character." Before I could reply, I saw the little bean at the door holding a pillow. "Daddy." Then he looked at me, speaking timidly, "Mommy, baby is scared sleeping alone. Baby wants to sleep with Daddy and Mommy." My heart softened completely. Then turned head to see Quinn hesitating to speak. Little bean wore soft beige pajamas, standing by the bed. Asked me, "Mommy, can baby sleep in the middle? Baby wants to stick to Mommy." "Of course." Then Quinn gritted his teeth, "Zack, you slept alone since three." I felt worse, "Poor baby, come to Mommy." Zack took off his slippers, placed them with ours neatly, then lay down obediently between me and Quinn. Usually, I had trouble falling asleep, but this time I had a dreamless night. Waking up in the morning, I found Zack lying in my arms. After I opened my eyes, he opened his big watery eyes, "Mommy, good morning." Then his little face came close, kissing my cheek. It was a magical, soft touch. Quinn carried Zack off the bed, "Zack, stop acting. You need to go to school. Daddy will dress you now and send you to school." Zack looked serious, "Daddy, what are you saying? Baby truly loves Mommy." Then he turned to look at me, "Mommy, although Grandpa and Grandma treat me well, baby still wants to be with Mommy more." "Will Daddy pick baby up after school today?" "Yes." Very strange. After breakfast, Quinn drove, Zack and I sat in the back, sending Zack to school together. I asked Quinn, "What does baby like to eat usually?" Quinn listed them one by one. I didn't expect him to know so well. Finally, he added, "As long as it's junk food, he loves it." Then I asked, "Just wear school uniform usually? I don't see baby having other clothes." Quinn replied, "Mm, wears school uniform mostly. Other clothes are at my parents'." "Then let's buy a few sets for baby after school." Quinn hesitated, finally couldn't help saying, "He has a name, he is called Zack." Zack nested in my arms, looking innocent, "But I am Mommy's good baby." At the school gate, Zack kissed me reluctantly again before entering school. I am not a person swept by consumerism. Clothes are mainly minimalist, buying twice a year. But after Quinn, Zack, and I entered the mall, I had a feeling of dressing up a little figure. Zack looked very much like Quinn, with deep and sharp eyebrows and eyes, but his lips were like mine, slightly upturned, neutralizing the sharpness perfectly. Even in a school uniform, his outstanding appearance couldn't be hidden. Especially the salesguide was very good at talking, "Your child looks so good in this set, a proper little British prince." "This set is also good, preppy style." Quinn advised me on the side, "Enough, enough." "The child is growing, won't fit in no time." I bought red-eyed, finally bought a dozen sets. Quinn carried big and small bags, we walked out of the mall. Dinner was made by Quinn. honestly speaking, it fit my taste very well. Zack should love it too, a bowl of rice pressed solid, finally not a grain left. I even sprouted a feeling that this is home.
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