My cool, stoic husband has been acting a bit weird lately. When we go out, he covers himself from head to toe. If the doorbell rings, he hides in the closet immediately. And he spends all day glaring at the ring on my finger, grinding his teeth. Later, I accidentally found an encrypted memo on his phone: [Woke up, and I've time-traveled from 18 to 28.] [Good news: I'm actually with the girl I've had a crush on for years.] [Bad news: There are no wedding photos in the house, I'm not wearing a wedding ring, and the suits in the closet aren't my size.] [...It's over. I'm the other man.] Me: ? 1 The day after we moved into our new home. My husband, Lucas, got into a car accident and was in a coma for a day and a night. The doctor said apart from losing ten years of memory, all his vitals were normal. But I feel like Lucas hasn't just lost his memory; his behavior is way weirder than before. Like right now. It's been three hours since we got back from the hospital. Lucas hasn't rested for a second. He's been pacing around the house, circling again and again. First, he examined the newly painted walls closely. Then he took out an old suit he wore at his college graduation from the closet, measuring it against himself repeatedly. Finally, he pinched his bare ring finger hard. The ring that used to be there was lost in the accident, leaving only a faint mark. After doing all this. Lucas seemed to lose all his strength. Pale-faced, he collapsed onto the sofa. "Sarah." He spoke, voice trembling. I looked over at his call. Lucas's gaze inadvertently slid over my ring finger, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. "How long... have we been maintaining this relationship?" I followed his gaze to the ring on my finger. My face heated up slightly. "Two years." It's really amazing when I think about it. In high school, we were academic rivals, fighting tooth and nail for the top spot. In college, we coincidentally reunited in a strange city, and our former rivalry unexpectedly turned into mutual appreciation. After working, we became the best partners by sheer luck, hitting it off instantly. In the blink of an eye, more than ten years have passed. Back in school. The couple everyone thought was the most impossible is now married for two years. And from the conference room to the bedroom, we fit perfectly, as if made for each other. 2 I was still immersed in the beautiful memories of enemies-to-lovers. But Lucas's uncontrolled voice exploded in my ear. "Two, two years?!" He clutched his chest tightly, his voice bordering on hysterical. "Two years... and I still haven't become the official husband?" He startled me. "...Lucas, why are you yelling suddenly? Official husband? What position are you trying to take?" Lucas froze for two seconds, a trace of desolation appearing in his eyes as he slowly gripped the teacup in his hand. "So it turns out... you won't let me." I frowned in confusion. My gaze fell on the cup in his hand. Then I realized. "That's right, I really won't let you." His work pressure is huge, insomnia is common, so I never let him drink tea in the afternoon. I was happy Lucas could still remember such small details. But he wasn't happy at all, looking at me with red-rimmed eyes. Looking like a poor soul who's been used and discarded, radiating grievance from every strand of hair. "Sarah, I really didn't expect that we would have this kind of relationship now." I smiled shyly: "I didn't expect it back then either. So they say, fate is really a wonderful thing." "...Fate?" Lucas twitched the corner of his mouth. "Is this fate? Is this fate? This is simply, simply..." His voice stopped abruptly. He turned his face away, rubbing his eyes hard. I was slightly disappointed, thinking he was going to say something romantic. But Lucas was a meticulous iceberg straight-A student in high school, and after working, he took being taciturn to the extreme. So in the two years of marriage. My favorite thing to do is coerce and bribe him into talking dirty in bed. My favorite sight is his flushed face, indulging while sober. Of course. If I put in a little more effort and thought. I can force a few suppressed, sexy gasps from his clenched teeth. 3 Thinking back to this, I patted my hot face and quickly changed the subject. "Alright, Lucas, are you hungry? I'll go see what we can have for dinner." Lucas let out a deep breath, his gaze following my back, as if making a determination. "Sarah, I don't know what happened in between, or why the current me has to be like this, or maybe you have something on me." "But I will absolutely not allow myself to become such a person, nor can I do those shady, sneaky behaviors that can't see the light of day, let alone fight for favor and scheme." "I want to cut the Gordian knot, I want to end all this mess, especially this relationship that is inappropriate legally and morally, violating my principles." "I'll tell you the truth, I'd rather die than be..." I closed the fridge and waved at him. "Pizza and chicken soup my mom sent for dinner, is that okay? Hubby." As soon as the words fell. The humiliation and indignation on Lucas's face instantly dissipated, blinking his eyes as if savoring something. Three minutes later. The tips of his ears turned red. He replied to me in a low voice with two words. "O, okay." 3 For the next half hour. Lucas stood motionless like a statue, lost in thought, his expression aggrieved and cowardly. The bandage on his forehead added a sense of fragile beauty to him. This car accident didn't damage his outstanding looks one bit. Instead, it softened the cold, ruthless businessman aura he had honed over the years. "Sarah, I still have to tell you, I won't, and I can't do those sneaky behaviors..." He frowned, speaking heavily, but was interrupted by the doorbell. Ding-dong— Accompanied by the abrupt doorbell. The pizza arrived on time. Lucas immediately looked like he was facing a great enemy, turning off the TV in a panic and looking at me flustered. I pursed my lips. Suddenly remembering the doctor's advice. Lucas after the car accident might be sensitive to some sounds. Like doorbells, honking, and some stimulating noises. I scratched his chin and comforted him gently. "Don't worry, just stay here and don't go out." His shoulders trembled slightly, turning his head to avoid my touch, biting his lip white, but didn't speak. I picked up the takeout and signed for a package before returning to the living room. But as soon as I entered, I found Lucas gone. Only the indented cushion on the sofa and the residual scent of cedar on him remained in the air. If not for these traces, I would almost think he never existed. I looked around in confusion. "Lucas?" No one answered in the empty living room. I thought for a moment and went upstairs. The bedroom was dim, not looking like anyone was there. I reached out to turn on the light. My gaze was quickly drawn to the closet door. There was a familiar, trembling corner of clothing caught there. 4 I quickly walked over and opened the closet. Sure enough, I saw Lucas buried behind the clothes at a glance. Such a tall man forced himself into the cramped space of the closet, biting tightly on the hem of my skirt, face pale, teeth chattering. I was stunned: "Lucas! Why are you hiding here?" Lucas jerked his head up, instinctively looking alertly behind me, voice very low: "He... is he gone?" I looked back; the delivery guy had already disappeared at the entrance of the complex. "Yes, gone." Lucas's tense shoulders relaxed, breathing a huge sigh of relief. After a pause. He spoke again, his tone secretive. "...That kind of workaholic who only has work in his eyes must have a boring personality. Being with such a person must be very tiring. But having said that, I'm not that kind of workaholic who only has work in his eyes..." I nodded in agreement: "Yes, that's why I like you more." Hearing this, Lucas immediately lifted his chin, a little smug. But the next second. He thought of something else unknown. Expression stiffening, the smile in his eyes vanished instantly. Cursing himself fiercely, he bypassed me and rushed downstairs.
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