Chapter 2

As soon as I reached their yard, I heard intimate sounds coming from inside the house.

"…Liam, slow down… Mmm, that feels amazing…"

The door was ajar, and I pushed it open instantly.

Liam was holding Ashley, one hand kneading her chest, the other pressing the back of her head as he kissed her deeply.

My pupils constricted. "Liam, what are you doing?!"

I couldn't believe a man with such self-control could lose himself to desire like this.

Was this man, standing before me, truly the Liam I'd been in love with for seven years?

Hearing my voice, Liam immediately reined in his look of desire, turning his head coldly.

"What I do has nothing to do with you. Get out!"

I bit back the pain in my heart, forcing myself to meet his familiar yet icy eyes.

"This is my husband's body! We're not divorced yet!"

Liam scoffed. "Your husband is me, isn't he?"

But I stubbornly shook my head. "You're not him. Give him back to me!"

He finally released a flushed Ashley, murmuring a few soft words in her ear, then roughly grabbed my arm and dragged me out.

I never imagined Liam, who had always treated me with such tenderness, wanting to hold me in the palm of his hand, would ever treat me like this.

Even the thirty-five-year-old him wouldn't be this cruel!

Outside, before he could speak, I asked him, "Tell me, what do I need to do to make you return to your own body?"

"If you're worried about Ashley, I can give her a large sum of money to send her abroad…"

Liam was unmoved. "I came back to marry her. I want to be with Ashley forever."

Forever… He'd just used that word in our wedding vows three months ago. And the person he'd sworn it to was me.

A sudden, sharp pain made it almost impossible to breathe. Then I remembered the crucifix he had specially sought out for me before our wedding.

"You're not Liam…"

"Liam even swore an oath at a famous church, promising to love only me, always and forever!"

"Please, I'm begging you. Just bring my husband back, and I'll agree to anything you ask…"

Liam's expression seemed to falter for a split second, but the next moment, his tone grew even more brutal.

"Chloe, I hate it when you look like this! Don't you know how pathetic you look when you cry?"

"You don't seriously think that if the twenty-five-year-old Liam returned, he'd love you forever, do you?"

"Everything I told you before is true. Three years from now, I will fall madly in love with Ashley."

"I am the Liam from the future. You're just finding out the ending of this marriage ahead of time!"

"Cutting our losses now is better for both of us."

His words left me speechless.

Deep down, I understood that if he truly was the Liam from ten years in the future, then my persistence right now was pointless.

But I preferred to believe that he was merely possessed by someone claiming to be Liam.

I took a deep breath.

"If you can convince the twenty-five-year-old Liam himself to tell me he doesn't love me, then I'll leave willingly. Otherwise, forget it!"

Liam stared at me for a moment, then twisted his lips into a mocking smile. "Dream on."

He pulled out divorce papers and forcibly thrust them into my hand.

"Sign the papers if you know what's good for you. Otherwise, I'm happy to drag this through a messy divorce court!"