1 Camryn swapped my fate with a man dying of cancer, leaving me with seven days to live. She gripped my hand, her voice a placating murmur. "Ethan is so young, Jon. I can't just watch him die. It's just a temporary switch. You're strong, you can take it. I'll find an experimental treatment to save you, I promise." I pulled my hand away. I couldn't wait. "I'm a time traveler," I told her, my voice flat. "If my body's life force becomes unstable, the temporal rift will pull me back." Her face hardened. "Not this again! You pull this 'temporal rift' nonsense every time we have a disagreement. It's been seven years, Jon. You're still here, aren't you?" She told me to stop being dramatic, that she’d have news about the treatment in three days. On the first day, she married Ethan. They christened my marriage bed while I collapsed three times. On the second day, she threw a party with our friends to celebrate their union. I had twenty-four nosebleeds. On the third day, she took him to the hospital for a check-up. I was in the emergency room next door, fighting for my life. Seven years of shared struggles and triumphs, all erased by a newcomer's smile. Camryn, this time, I'm really going home. … A delivery of 9,999 roses arrived at the farm gate. My employees buzzed with excitement. "Mr. Hayes, Ms. Vereen really loves you! She even remembered today is the farm's fourth anniversary…" A dull ache started in my chest. I managed a faint smile. If she truly loved me, she’d know I’ve always hated flowers. My love was for the golden stalks of wheat, the simple grains that fed the hungry. Camryn called, her voice husky and languid, as if she’d just woken up. "Jon, honey, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot it's already the fourth day. The clinic hasn't gotten back to me about the treatment yet. Are you holding up okay?" If I told her the truth, she’d mock me, accuse me of faking it. "I'm fine," I rasped. A sigh of relief on her end. "Good. As long as you can handle it. I'm in a conference at the hotel near the farm today, so I can't be with you." She hung up before I could reply, but not before I heard the sound of a man's breathing beside her. The city’s most luxurious hotel was just a few miles from my farm. I was there making a delivery of fresh vegetables when I overheard the kitchen staff gossiping. "Ms. Vereen booked the entire hotel just for Mr. Thorne's birthday. Did you see the ninety-thousand roses in the ballroom? A grand declaration of her love…" "I know, right? Exactly 90,000, not one more, not one less. I heard they picked out all the slightly imperfect ones and sent them to that nearby farm…" "Wait, isn't Mr. Hayes the owner of that farm? Did you get them? Ms. Vereen said the rejects could be used as animal feed…" I smiled and nodded, but my body was trembling uncontrollably. Making a hasty excuse, I fled to the hotel lobby, tears finally streaming down my face. Around the corner, I heard Camryn's voice drifting from an elevator. "Camryn, you actually found a way to swap their fates. But what about Jon? Hasn't he been giving you trouble?" Camryn, touching up her lipstick, replied with a careless shrug. "Trouble? What leverage does he have? He's a handsome orphan with no family to back him up. The farm was a gift from me. Every fight for the past seven years, he’s tried to scare me with that ridiculous time-travel story. And what happened in the end? He's still right where I want him, too pathetic to leave." Her friends gave her a thumbs-up. "Brilliant, Camryn. Find a guy with no connections. He wouldn't even dare break up with you." Another friend sounded puzzled. "But I thought Ethan could last another six months with chemo. The Mystic said Jon only has seven days. Why put Jon through it at all?" The elevator doors opened, and Camryn's voice grew faint, but I heard her reply clearly. "I can't bear to see Ethan suffer through chemo, losing his hair, getting so frail. As for Jon… he's used to hardship. A little more won't kill him. I'll find a way to keep him hanging on." In the stairwell, I couldn't stifle the coppery tide of blood that surged up my throat. I lay there, unconscious, for the rest of the night. Day five had arrived. 2 I woke to a body screaming in pain and a phone ringing incessantly. The moment I answered, Camryn’s frantic voice shot through the line. "Jon, get over here, now!" I thought something had happened to her. But when I arrived, I found Ethan slumped against her shoulder while she frowned at a thermometer. "97.7 degrees!" He didn't have a fever, but Ethan was whining. "Camryn, I feel awful. My normal temperature is 97.2. Even a slight increase means I'm getting sick." Camryn placed a cooling patch on his forehead before looking up at me. "Jon, the Mystic left a book of instructions. If Ethan gets a fever, it means the fate-bond is unstable." She looked at me, her expression pained, but she said the words anyway. "There's a remedy. It… it requires a small piece of your flesh for a tonic." Her voice was a whisper. "Just a tiny piece. I'll take it from somewhere hidden, it won't even leave a scar. And you know those new high-yield grain seeds you wanted? The ones that can grow anywhere? I can get them for you…" So, she always knew what I wanted. I looked down at the hand she was holding. "Camryn, do you feel anything?" She looked confused. "What do you mean?" I had been vomiting blood on my way over. A kind pharmacist took my temperature. 105.8. Her cool hand was wrapped around mine, yet she felt nothing of the fire consuming me. I smiled faintly and held out my arm. "Which part do you want? Go on. Cut it." If I stood any longer, I would collapse, and she would just accuse me of putting on a show. The knife in Camryn's hand trembled. There was more sweat on her brow than on mine, the person about to be cut. As the pain lanced through me, my mind drifted back. When I first met her, her company had gone bankrupt. We were starting over, huddled together for warmth in a damp basement apartment. I’d gotten a fever, and she’d cried all night, swearing she’d never let me suffer again. Later, when she rebuilt her empire, she forbade me from doing any work that involved knives. She said my body was as precious as her own heart. Now, that same woman held the blade that sliced into my flesh. Just as she was finishing, Ethan suddenly "stumbled," falling against her. The knife, which had just left my skin, plunged deep into the wound again. Blood gushed out. The pain was so intense I nearly blacked out, stumbling back against a table to stay upright. Camryn didn't even see me. She was already wrapping her arms around Ethan, her voice thick with concern. He started complaining he was cold. She consulted the Mystic's book again, which said he needed to be immersed in warm water. She personally helped him into the bathtub in our master bathroom—our marriage bathroom. Only then did she turn back to bandage my arm. Then she slipped out of her clothes and got into the tub with him, holding him close. She handled him with the tender care one would reserve for a priceless, fragile treasure. My legs finally gave out. I collapsed onto our bed. Through the open door, Camryn spoke to me, her eyes never leaving Ethan. "You know, Jon," she said softly, "looking at him, it's like seeing you when we first met. You were like a lost, wounded little rabbit, so helpless. He needs me, just like you did. You understand, don't you?" Blood seeped through my bandage. I forced a weak, pained smile. "Yes. I understand." When I first arrived in this time, everything terrified me. I was like a rabbit, yes. But I never stole the only carrot from another rabbit's paws. Seeing me nod, she relaxed. "You've been through a lot today, Jon. Go home and get some rest." Go home? This was our home. The sanctuary we designed together, heads bent over blueprints and fabric swatches for countless nights. We had become strangers. As I closed the door behind me, I paused. "Camryn… thank you." Thank you for spending your last pennies on fever medicine and soup for me when I first arrived. Thank you for seven years of warmth and full meals. And thank you for showing me that even in this era of monogamy, love can be divided. 3 I thought the pound of flesh was my final goodbye. But after Ethan recovered, he insisted on coming to the farm to "thank me." He made me a "nourishing, blood-replenishing soup" in the farm's kitchen. As I reached for the bowl, his face twisted into a sneer. He let it drop, shattering it on the floor. "Jon," he said, his voice low, "we're both rabbits. But I'm the one who's going to win this race." Before I could even mourn the wasted soup, Ethan was on the ground. He let out a cry, grabbed a pair of shears from a vegetable basket, and started cutting himself. "Brother Jon, it's my fault I'm sick, my fault you had to get hurt! I'm sorry! Please don't hit me! I'll give the flesh back to you!" Camryn, who had been outside on a business call, burst into the kitchen. She shoved me aside and gathered Ethan into her arms. Ethan's eyes were red with tears. "Camryn, I just wanted to thank him, but I think… I think he resents me." The older women who worked on the farm rushed to my defense. "Ms. Vereen, Mr. Hayes would never do something like that! We have security cameras, we can check the footage. It must be a misunderstanding." Camryn nodded, her face grim. Unfortunately, the security system had "unexpectedly malfunctioned" right after they arrived. She shot me a look of pure ice. "Jon. Apologize to Ethan." When my staff tried to intervene again, she roared, "Anyone who says another word is fired. And you'll never work in this town again." These women were from poor families. They couldn't lose their jobs. Facing the sniveling, triumphant Ethan, I bowed low. "Mr. Thorne. I am sorry." I held the bow for nearly a full minute, my body shaking, on the verge of collapse, before he finally spoke. "It's okay, Brother Jon. As long as you know you were wrong, you don't have to apologize…" Satisfied, Ethan went off to "tour the farm." Camryn's tone softened slightly. She handed me a small bag. "Jon, these are the seeds you wanted. This strain can survive even in the most extreme conditions. You've learned so much over the years, you can grow good crops even without special seeds, but…" I shook my head. She didn't understand. The place I came from… "extreme conditions" was an understatement. Still, I thanked her sincerely. There was nothing else left to say to her. I turned to leave, but one of the old farmhands ran up, panicked. "Mr. Hayes, you have to come quick! Mr. Thorne saw a wild rabbit in the fields… he set the whole farm on fire trying to catch it!" It was harvest season. That grain was meant for donation to impoverished regions. I sprinted outside. The sight of the inferno turned my blood to ice. My mind snapped back to reality, and I grabbed a hose, yelling for everyone to help. Camryn grabbed my arm, pulling me back. Her voice was cold steel. "What is wrong with you? Were you born starving? It's just some grain! Are you going to get everyone killed over it?" The fire burned, and my heart bled with it. She didn't know. I had been starving to death when I traveled through time. My homeland had suffered a three-year drought, and when the rains finally came, so did war. I had seen men sell their wives for a bag of grain. I had seen the starving eat the dead. I had witnessed every horror humanity was capable of, all for a mouthful of food. She was right. I was used to hardship. That's why I didn't care that she'd swapped my fate and left me to die. But I could not accept watching life-saving food burn to ash before my eyes. I turned and punched Ethan square in the jaw. Camryn exploded. "Jon! Who the hell gave you permission to touch him?" On the spot, she declared she was revoking her gift of the farm and kicking me out. She threw the tattered clothes I’d arrived in seven years ago at my feet. "Don't you forget who saved you," she hissed. "Maybe a little hardship will remind you of your place." When she first found me, I was filthy and dressed in rags that hung off me like a shredded bedsheet. But back then, her eyes had held stars when she looked at me. Now, I was back where I started. I found myself in the same dark alley where I first appeared. Several pairs of predatory eyes glinted in the shadows. I ducked my head, intending to find a police station, but the men—scarred and tattooed—blocked my path. Their words froze me in place. 4 "So this is the guy Ms. Vereen was talking about? He looks like he needs a lesson." "Hey, pretty boy. The boss lady said you got too big for your britches after all these years. She sent us to teach you some manners." "Tonight, she said you're all ours to play with. Hahaha." Darkness fell like a shroud as they descended on me like beasts. All I remember is the rain of fists, the silent screams caught in my throat, and my body shaking uncontrollably. I faded in and out of consciousness, waking only to more pain. Dimly, I felt a finger check for my breath. "Shit, is he dead?" "Why is he so hot? His body's on fire. Let's get out of here." When I woke again, it was the morning of the seventh day. My body was a furnace. I staggered to a public park restroom and washed the blood from my skin. The icy water was a brief relief. Leaning against the wall, I stumbled out into the morning light. Camryn's luxury car was parked at the curb. I recognized the license plate. ETHN LUV. Ethan, I love you. She was leaning against it, watching me. Ethan was asleep in the back, covered with her designer coat. Seeing my battered state, she held out a hand. "Tough night? Have you learned your lesson?" Her fingers were long and clean. The same fingers that had pulled me from the mire so many times. But this time, she was the one who had pushed me into the abyss. I nodded, terrified, my knees buckling. I didn't dare take her hand. I frantically tried to wipe the grime and blood from my clothes, from my skin. But how can you wipe away bruises and broken bones? Camryn frowned at my pathetic attempts. "You're just a little dirty. When have I ever cared about that?" She smiled, pulled me to my feet, and pushed me into the car. "Jon, someone sent an experimental cure. You're going to be saved." She took me back to the house. On the table were two vials of medicine. I was confused, but she touched her nose, looking away. "Ethan's cancer cells have started growing back. The Mystic said your life force will stop working for him after tonight. He'll be sick again, the cancer will return." A cold dread washed over me. If I was going to be fine after tonight anyway, why had she brought me back? She suddenly grabbed my hands, her voice pleading. "Jon, this drug has never been tested on a living person. But since your body is already fighting the cancer… could you test its effectiveness for Ethan? Please?" Her words were a poison that dissolved my heart. I swallowed the lump in my throat, my voice trembling. "If I die from this… will you have any regrets?" She looked surprised. "Die? It's just a test, how could you die?" If there was no risk, why not just give it to Ethan? I didn't ask. I just stated my condition. "Can you get me the cultivation method for those seeds?" She let out a breath, a confident smile returning. "I knew you'd need it. I got it for you already." A single sheet of paper. I memorized it in seconds. When I looked up, any last flicker of feeling I had for her was gone. "Do it, Camryn. Give me the drug." As the needle slid into my arm and the medicine flowed into my veins, color returned to my face. She turned to Ethan, hugging him and crying out with joy. "Ethan! You're saved! Your disease can be cured!" The entire house erupted in cheers. I was an outsider at my own execution. Unseen by Camryn, I slipped out the door. I returned to the park where my journey in this world began. I held on until midnight, when my original life force flooded back into my body. But just as I felt myself become whole again, a column of light enveloped me from above. Clutching the precious seeds to my chest, I vanished from this beautiful, cruel era. After midnight, Camryn injected the second vial into Ethan. Watching him sleep peacefully, she finally felt at ease. But then a servant interrupted her. "Ms. Vereen, there are two people at the door. They call themselves the Temporal Bureau. They're asking to see Mr. Hayes." 5 Camryn went downstairs, frowning. A strangely dressed man and woman were waiting in her foyer. The woman stepped forward excitedly. "Ms. Vereen, our records show that your partner, Mr. Jon Hayes, is not native to this timeline. Could you please tell us where he is? We need to see him." The man handed her a business card. The texture was rough, the job title something she'd never seen. Camryn let out a short, mocking laugh. "The Temporal Bureau? Pfft. Jon's really stepped up his game, hiring actors now?" The woman tried to explain. "We're not actors, Ms. Vereen. Seven years ago, a temporal rift opened, and Mr. Hayes was accidentally displaced into this era. It's taken us this long to locate him." Camryn rubbed her temples, her patience wearing thin. "How much is he paying you? I'll double it. Now get out. And tell Jon I'll see him later, but he needs to stop with these ridiculous fantasies." The two were escorted out into the misty dawn. As Camryn turned to go back inside, the man called out. "Camryn Vereen! It's clear Mr. Hayes told you about his origins. You were willing to believe a Mystic could swap human fates, so why is it so hard to believe Jon is a time traveler? Do you even know him? Do you know where he came from? Do you have any idea the kind of suffering he endured?" Camryn stopped, her eyes turning to ice as she looked back. "Suffering? And I haven't been good to him all these years? He uses that story to manipulate me, to get more out of me. Ethan has a terminal illness, and instead of showing a shred of compassion, Jon gets jealous and tells lies, all because he knows I care about him. Now get lost, you con artists, before I have you arrested." The heavy doors of the Vereen estate slammed shut. The woman looked up at the man. "Brother, she doesn't believe us. How are we going to find Mr. Hayes?" The man smiled faintly. "Let's go. Jon isn't here anymore. As for Camryn Vereen… she'll be begging for our help soon enough." … Two days later, medical scans confirmed that Ethan was completely cancer-free. Camryn held a press conference. A reporter asked, "Ms. Vereen, you must have moved mountains to achieve Mr. Thorne's miraculous recovery. We heard a rumor that you even employed a Mystic to swap his fate with someone else to buy him time?" Camryn raised an eyebrow and denied it coolly. "That's absurd. That was just a story I told Ethan to keep his spirits up, to stop him from despairing." She would never let the world know she had sacrificed me. But just as she thought the matter was settled, the Mystic himself stormed into the press conference. He pointed a trembling finger at her. "Ungrateful woman!" he roared. "You can deny my power, but it's a pity for the boy who gave his fate to you. You will never see him again!" Camryn shot to her feet. "What are you talking about? What do you mean, 'gave his fate to me'?" The Mystic sneered. "Ms. Vereen, did you really think this was the first time I've performed a fate-swap for your family?"
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