I time-traveled five years into the future. I'm married to my now highly successful ex-boyfriend. And I'm carrying his child. But he seems to hate me. When I took the initiative to cook, he refused to pick up his fork: "What kind of drug did you put in the food this time?" When I offered myself in bed, he sneered: "Trying to get me aroused so you can shove another woman into my bed again?" When I told him we should just live happily as a family of three... This man instantly turned into a wronged puppy: "Are you still trying to use this child to humiliate me?" Good lord, don't tell me the kid isn't his either? 1 Last night, Liam tossed and turned me until the early hours of the morning. The insatiable bastard. He nearly took half my life. "Liam!" I bossed him around out of habit: "Pour me a glass of water." But for a long time, no one answered. The silk sheets slipped off as I sat up, revealing a slinky slip dress. After tossing so hard last night, there wasn't a single mark on my body. Wait— I stared at my lower abdomen in shock. What was this slight bulge? Am I... pregnant? The room was incredibly unfamiliar, decorated in a white and gray palette, with luxury evident in every detail. But I clearly remembered. Last night, Liam and I were in his cramped, rented apartment. A rickety wooden bed that squeaked all night along with his rough movements... 2 In a panic, I instinctively dialed Liam's number. "What is it?" He sounded so cold. I bit my lip, feeling panicked and wronged. "Where are you?" "The office." "The auto repair shop?" There was a pause. Liam's voice came through the line, chillingly cold. "Are you planning to make a fuss about my past again?" "What past?" I was utterly baffled. "Don't you work at the auto repair shop?" "And last night we were clearly in your apartment, how come today..." "Beep..." Before I could finish, I heard the busy tone. Liam had actually hung up on me. That bastard! I cursed him resentfully. Just as I was about to call back, my eyes caught something on the screen. 2030... Is it already five years later? I stared stiffly at my bulging stomach, belatedly realizing that I might have time-traveled five years into the future. And I was pregnant. There was an old photo on the nightstand. A brightly dressed me, and Liam wearing a sleeveless tank top, looking ruggedly handsome. After calming my emotions, I called him back. "Liam, we're married, right?" "How many years have we been married?" "How did my dad agree to let me marry you?" I desperately wanted to know what had happened in these five years. However, Liam seemed to have misunderstood something. He let out a bitter laugh: "Olivia, are you trying to tell me you regret it again?" "This is the third time this month you've brought up divorce." He paused: "I've said it before, I will not agree to a divorce." 3 "Who wants to divorce you?" I was astonished. With Liam's face, his physique, his jackhammer-like stamina, and the fact that he seemed quite wealthy now... How crazy would I have to be to want a divorce? It was very quiet on the other end of the line. So quiet that I could even hear his breathing suddenly accelerate. A long time passed. He said faintly: "Suit yourself." Before I could speak, the phone was hung up again. Seriously, how is this man so temperamental now? Probably spoiled by me. You can't spoil men. Knowing that I was in my own home, the anxiety weighing on my heart finally settled. I prepared to change my clothes and go downstairs. Opening the closet, I froze instantly. A riot of colors. Each style more vulgar than the last. Tsk. Did future-me really have this kind of taste? I reluctantly picked out a relatively plain dress, put it on, and shuffled downstairs in my slippers. Unexpectedly, I ran into a familiar face downstairs. "Martha?" I was overjoyed. Martha had been a housekeeper for my family for over twenty years. In an unfamiliar future, meeting someone close to me made me feel incredibly grounded. "Perfect timing," I affectionately linked my arm with hers. "I'm planning to cook a meal for Liam myself." "With you teaching me, I'm confident." Martha's expression was a bit complex. She hesitated, then softly advised, "Miss, are you... planning to torment Mr. Sterling again?" Torment? Thinking about my atrocious cooking skills... That word wasn't an exaggeration. She wanted to say more, but I cut her off. "I know Liam." "Even if it tastes awful, he'll force himself to finish it." 4 In the kitchen, I beat around the bush and asked about the past five years. Five years ago. I ignored my family's objections and married Liam. After getting married, to give me a better life, Liam quit his job and started his own business. Although my dad openly looked down on this poor son-in-law, he secretly provided a lot of support during the early stages of his startup. And Liam indeed lived up to expectations. In five years, he went from a poor kid to a rising star in New York. According to Martha. Liam's current assets and status far exceeded my dad's. "It's just..." Martha helped me put the chicken soup on to simmer, hesitating to speak. "Miss, have you and that Carter guy... not broken it off yet?" "Carter?" I stirred the vegetables in the pan and casually asked, "Who's that?" Martha was clearly stunned. "Your... boyfriend." I nearly choked on my saliva. We exchanged a look. "I cheated?" Martha nodded, heartbroken. "He's also a mechanic. You insisted on a divorce no matter what, you wanted to..." Before she could finish her sentence. Footsteps came from outside the door. Martha stopped talking instantly. I turned around and saw the Liam of five years later. Dress pants wrapped around the man's long legs, his shirt cuffs neatly buttoned to the second button—mature and uninhibited. He had lost some weight. His features looked even sharper. Even though I already knew the man opposite me was my legal husband, I still blushed a little at how handsome he was. "You... you're back." "Mm." So cold. But thinking about it, it made sense. Since I cheated on him with a younger guy, it would be weird if he gave me a good attitude. Taking a deep breath, I put on a smiling face, bracing myself to clean up the mess left by my future self. "You must be tired. Go wait for me outside, dinner will be ready soon." Liam's gaze swept over the apron loosely tied over my slightly bulging stomach. His tone was flat. "Not hungry." Saying that, he turned on the kitchen's ventilation system. And turned to leave. "Liam!" Holding a spatula, I stepped forward and couldn't help acting coy. "Dinner will be ready in a minute, and it's all your favorite dishes." "Just try a little, okay?" "Not hungry." Liam turned and walked out the door. Martha, standing next to me, asked cautiously, "Miss, should we... still cook these?" I sighed, "Yes." 5 Dinner was ready. Four dishes and a soup, all home-cooked meals. Liam, who had claimed he wasn't hungry, still sat down at the dining table. I thought to myself, I have a chance, and quickly put a shrimp into his bowl. "Miss." Martha whispered a reminder from the side, "Mr. Sterling is allergic to shrimp." Crap. I immediately took it back. And replaced it with a piece of braised pork. But Liam refused to pick up his chopsticks. He leaned back slightly, watching me with a calculated look. "Spit it out." "What kind of drug did you put in the food this time?" I was stunned. "I didn't..." Liam interrupted me with a mocking tone, "You've cooked twice this year. Once you put laxatives in the food, and the other time sleeping pills." "Just because I wouldn't agree to a divorce." "Olivia, what drug is it this time?" I looked at him in astonishment. I couldn't defend myself. "I really didn't drug it." To prove it, I frantically picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into my mouth. "There's really no poison..." "Ugh—" Liam's face darkened, and he actually reached out to dig it out of my mouth. He said gruffly, "I'll eat it, okay?" "Even if it's poisoned, I'll accept it. You don't have to go this far." I pushed him away and swallowed the piece of meat whole. "It's really not poisoned, it's just... a little gross." It had a strong, gamey meat smell. Liam looked at me for a good while. Then he sat back down. I don't know if it was an illusion, but it seemed like he curled his lips slightly. Liam finally picked up his chopsticks. I carefully observed his expression. Sure enough. The moment the food entered his mouth, despite his usual perfect expression management, he couldn't help but frown. But he had lived through hard times. Even though it tasted awful, he still ate almost everything. Seeing that he was in a good mood, I struck while the iron was hot. "Liam, I'd like to talk with you tonight." The hand holding the chopsticks stiffened. "I don't have time." His expression turned cold again. He put his chopsticks down heavily. "I have to work late tonight. Whatever it is, we can talk about it later." 6 I sat at the table, resting my chin on my hands, lamenting my bitter fate. A five-year memory gap. How is this any different from losing five years of my life? And I still had to clean up the mess for my future self and grovel to win my husband back. Liam, now a domineering CEO, was also moody, changing his face faster than turning a page in a book. I sighed. Martha hesitated and asked, "Miss, are you... still planning to bring up divorce with him tonight?" I was stunned. "You thought I wanted to talk to him about divorce tonight?" "Is... isn't that it?" Martha murmured in astonishment, "For the past year, you've been dead set on divorcing him. Every time you see him, you either force him to sign the papers or persuade him to let go." I remembered Liam's ugly expression just now. So. He suddenly changed his face and insisted he was busy tonight, just because he was afraid to hear me bring up divorce again? What an idiot. 7 Liam worked in the study until late into the night. Just as I was dozing off while waiting, footsteps sounded outside the door. Stepping through the hazy night. He stopped outside the door. My sleepiness vanished instantly. I got out of bed holding my pillow. Opened the door. And met Liam's fragile, astonished gaze. He froze for a moment and slowly put away the unlit cigarette between his fingers. "Liam." I called him softly. He gave me a complex look, his face dark as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "I'm very tired." He paused. "Whatever it is, we'll talk tomorrow." Saying that, he was about to leave again. I gritted my teeth and followed him, holding the pillow with one hand and hooking my other arm through his. Liam stiffened. I looked up at him. "I don't want to sleep alone. I'm scared." He turned his head away. And rejected me again. "I was working tonight. I'm very tired." "I won't move around," I promised sincerely. "I'll just sleep next to you and do nothing." "I won't bother you." Liam didn't speak. But his Adam's apple bobbed quietly. "Suit yourself." Holding my pillow, I happily followed him into his room. What a bland room. He's a CEO, after all, but aside from a bed and a closet, there was nothing else in the room. Hmm. There was also an old photo of me on the nightstand. I was about to take a closer look, but Liam was quick and shoved it under his pillow. "Having nightmares lately." "Putting a photo by the bed wards off evil spirits." So stubborn, still so stubborn. Liam lay down with his back to me, acting as if he was ignoring me. I hesitated for a moment. Then I just hugged his waist and pressed against him. But the next second, my hand was thrown off by him. Liam turned around, moonlight falling on his face, his expression sorrowful. "Olivia." "Are you trying to arouse me again so you can shove another woman into my bed?" He closed his eyes, suppressing his surging emotions. "You've pulled these stunts so many times, just to leave me and go find him?" I was completely stunned. My heart ached, and I suddenly felt a little bad for Liam. What exactly had I done to him over the past five years? I didn't know how to explain, so I carefully took his hand. "Liam, will you trust me? I don't want a divorce." "We have a baby now. From now on, the three of us will live a good life together, okay?" But my words seemed to hit Liam's sore spot completely. He pushed me away, trembling. The sorrow in his eyes was so heavy it was almost overflowing. "Olivia, are you still trying to use this child to humiliate me?" Humiliate? I suddenly remembered Martha's hesitation, and a bad premonition arose in my heart. Damn it. Could this child... really not be Liam's?
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