Rewinding to Twenty-Two: Saving My Shattered Marriage Chapter 1

Four years into my marriage to my childhood sweetheart, my family went bankrupt.

We started fighting constantly, getting physical, and even wanted a divorce.

But unexpectedly, after one of our massive fights, my memory suddenly reverted back to when I was 22.

That was when Ethan and I were most deeply in love.

And so, I said: "Hubby, hug me."

The aloof, aristocratic man wiped the scratch I had just given him and said coldly, "What kind of game are you playing now?"

"Trying a sneak attack this time?"

Me: "I want a hug, don't you?"

...

After a long pause, he said, "I do."

"Come here."

* * *

After a huge fight with Ethan Wright, my memory suddenly snapped back to age 22.

22-year-old Chloe wouldn't fight with Ethan. She always wanted to stick to him like glue.

So, looking at the man sleeping with his back to me, I didn't even think twice—

I aggressively yanked his blanket off.

Ethan frowned:

"Chloe, are you done throwing your... mmm..."

Before he could finish, I straddled him and kissed him deeply.

Ethan struggled for a second before violently pushing me away.

In the moonlight, the red scratch on his forehead was faint, but it hadn't scabbed over yet.

I didn't know I was the one who had scratched him earlier. I thought he bumped into something from working too hard.

So, I leaned in and gently kissed the wound.

Ethan's body visibly jolted. Then, he pinned me hard against the mattress.

His eyes were ice-cold as he gripped my wrists.

"What the hell are you doing, Chloe?"

"Instead of throwing punches, you're resorting to sneak attacks now?"

I couldn't understand what he was saying.

I only knew he seemed really angry.

22-year-old Chloe hated it most when Ethan was angry.

I lifted my upper body, trying hard to press my lips to his.

"Hubby, I just wanted to hug you."

I whined playfully, wrapping my arms around his neck:

"Don't you want to?"

He stared at me, his gaze as dark and deep as an abyss.

After a long silence, he leaned down and kissed me.

"I do."

As our lips tangled, I felt his tense body relax in a way it hadn't in a long time.

"More than anything."