Cheating Husband Comes From Future to Save Me

When Solomon Geyser brings his 100th mistress home, I lock the door of my room and swallow an entire bottle of sleeping pills.

As I stare at the wedding portrait on the wall, I feel as though I can hear Solomon's wedding vows echoing in my ear again.

"I swear that I will always love Ivana Wesley, and I will never betray her in this lifetime! If I ever go back on my word, I shall die the most horrible death in this world!"

I let out a bitter chuckle before smashing the portrait and hurling it to the floor. Then, I pick up my phone and send Solomon a text.

"I hate you, Solomon Geyser."

But the next thing I know, I receive a text.

"Please don't commit suicide, Ivy! I'm Solomon from ten years later!"

I had clearly sent the text message to Solomon Geyser, but for some reason, the reply came from an unknown number instead.

Had the scammers already run out of new ideas?

I was just about to turn off my phone and quietly wait for death. However, the phone vibrated again.

"Ivy, the pills you ate just now weren't sleeping pills. They were just vitamins that Melanie switched out beforehand. She did that so you would make a fool of yourself to drive a wedge between you and Solomon."

I felt a shudder.

Melanie Cosgrove was the name of the woman that Solomon had brought back that day. But if it was all just an evil prank, how did the person on the other end of this line also know about it?

The door was suddenly kicked right open.

My husband, Solomon, stood at the door, livid. "Are you done kicking up a fuss, Ivana Wesley?"

He glanced at the shattered wedding photo on the floor and frowned even harder.

"You know that Melanie and I were only fooling around. Did you really have to go and do this?"

I lowered my eyes, feeling exhausted from everything. Solomon had been "fooling around" way too many times for me to keep count anymore. In fact, it happened so often that I didn't even know who was supposed to be the female protagonist of his life anymore.

Now that it had come to this, there was only one more question I needed to ask.

"You once made an oath that you would love me for the rest of my life. But did you really love me when you said those words to me?"

Solomon acted as though he'd just heard the biggest joke of the century. He answered frustratedly, "Who hadn't made such an oath when they were younger? You were the only one still clinging to it as though it were gospel."

Then, he gave me a thorough once-over.

"Can't you even look at yourself in the mirror, Ivana? Look at how saggy your skin is now. I'd rather just take care of things myself than sleep with you again.

"Also, I'm only sleeping with