My Lover Is My Husband's Younger Self

When my husband, Robert Bowen, takes his assistant, Bianca Strickland, to a prenatal checkup, I'm being kissed by his 18-year-old version in a corner.

"You're already 30 years old, yet why do you smell so nice and taste so kissable? I love you so much, honey!

"By the way, where did my 30-year-old self go? Why didn't he come pick you up after work?"

I push the 18-year-old Robert away helplessly, only to meet the icy gaze of his 30-year-old self from afar.

"You already have a young side piece, and yet you still can't bear to get a divorce from me? Don't make me look down on you, Kaitlyn Hudson."

As I watch Robert leaving the hospital with his arm around Bianca, his 18-year-old self begins throwing a temper tantrum in my arms.

"That idiot! How dare he speak to my wife in such an arrogant manner! I might as well commit suicide right now so that he'll disappear from this world permanently!"

The 18-year-old Robert Bowen standing before me was still the same as I remembered him to be—a little arrogant and domineering, and also difficult to please if he really got angry and lost his temper.

It wasn't until I retrieved my treasure Nintendo Switch game console from my drawer that he finally behaved himself and sat down on the couch.

I locked him in my office and went downstairs to buy some takeout dinner for him. Just as I'd just entered the fast food joint, however, I heard a cold, chilling voice behind me.

"28 minutes."

I stiffened and turned around, suddenly finding myself face-to-face with the 30-year-old version of Robert Bowen this time, who had a cold, chilling expression on his face.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you left with Bianca," I said.

He ignored my question and continued staring coldly at me instead.

"What are you playing dumb at? You were alone in your office with that brat for a full 28 minutes!"

He practically spat out the last few words between his gritted teeth.

"That brat looked pretty young for you. What was the matter? He couldn't last longer than that? If I were him at that age, I'd have lasted at least 40 minutes or more."

I scoffed. Sometimes, I really needed to install a pervert translator in my brain to fully understand what he was even implying.

I just glared at him speechlessly, finding it a little awkward to tell him that the "brat" was actually his 18-year-old self. So, I just turned my back on him and got in the line to place my order instead.

"The double cheeseburger set with no lettuce, please, with fresh waffle fries, cornbread, and a set of spicy chicken nuggets."

Robert laughed coldly again when he heard me making my order.

"Really, Kaitlyn Hudson? You just ordered all of my favorite items on the menu. Aren't you even going to pretend to order something that little brat would prefer instead?

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