My Husband Time-Traveled Back Ten Years Chapter 1

My husband has been acting strange lately.

His hugs are stiff, his kisses clumsy, and our time in bed… let’s just say it’s been a disaster.

I was starting to wonder if he wanted a divorce, but then I stumbled upon his browser history and found a recent post he’d made:

[Woke up and I’ve time-traveled ten years into the future. My high school crush is my WIFE! What do I do now, ahhhhhh!!]

Me: "?"

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“You’re back.”

My eyes lifted to the man standing in the entryway. He held his custom-tailored suit jacket in one hand, the top two buttons of his shirt undone, his tie hanging loose around his neck. Even his hair, usually styled to perfection, was a mess, sticking up in every direction.

He looked less like he’d just returned from a business trip and more like he’d just survived a bar fight.

I shot up from the couch. “Did things go badly at work? What happened to you?”

Liam Bernstein didn’t answer. He just stood there, staring at me. His gaze was so intense, so fixed, it felt like he was trying to memorize every line on my face.

I couldn't help but walk over to him. I hooked a finger around his loosened tie and gently pulled him inside, my voice laced with a playful complaint. “What’s the matter? Forget what I look like after just a few days away?”

He let me lead him a few steps before he finally stammered, “N-no. I remember.”

I glanced back at him. His eyes were still locked on me, wide and unblinking. There was a raw hunger in them, but it was mixed with a wide-eyed innocence, the kind you’d see in a teenager.

I shot him a playful glare, then wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my body against his.

“You missed me that much, huh?”

The man in my arms went rigid, his breathing shallowing to a near halt. His eyes darted around nervously, his lips pressed into a thin line, hands clenched into tight fists. He looked like a saint trying to resist temptation.

I found this new version of Liam… fascinating. Usually, after a business trip, he was the one who turned into a wolf the second he walked through the door.

I planted a soft kiss on the sharp line of his Adam’s apple, then whispered into his ear, letting my breath ghost over his skin. “Weren’t you the one on the phone promising to completely wreck me when you got home?”

I held him tighter, feeling his body tense up even more, and softened my voice to a purr.

“So, husband… how exactly are you going to wreck me?”

The proximity was too much. I felt the immediate, unmistakable shift in his body. My hand was just beginning to drift downwards when he suddenly shoved me away.

I stared at him, stunned.

His entire face was a deep shade of crimson. When he spoke, his voice was so hoarse it sounded like it had been scraped with sandpaper. He wouldn't meet my eyes. “I, uh… I haven’t showered yet…”

And with that, he practically bolted into the nearest room—my office—and slammed the door shut.

I was left standing there, utterly bewildered.