All Chapters of A Fateful Call from My Future Husband: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

I had just managed to pull Juliet's lifeless body from the smoking rubble when Brent Serrano and Madelin Fleming finally arrived, breathless and frantic.Shocked, Brent reached out toward me, but before his fingers could even brush my shoulder, I swung my arm back and slapped him hard across the face.Madelin quickly stepped in to steady him, her voice thick with feigned guilt. "This is all my fault, Valerie. Please don't blame Brent.""It's not your fault." Brent waved her concerns away, looking down at me with heavy sadness. "I got here too late. It's only natural that she's lashing out at me."But even as the apology left his lips, his body acted on pure muscle memory. He shielded Madelin and her daughter behind his broad shoulders.He had done it a thousand times before. Except this time, it wasn't over a trivial playground squabble about Juliet sharing her toys, nor was it about Madelin overstaying her welcome in our guest room.This time, my daughter died.Ignoring them, I

"Don't be upset. Five years from now, we're still together," added the future Brent, sounding as if his continued presence in my life were a divine act of charity.Disgusted, I immediately hung up the phone.A sharp ache twisted in my abdomen, but my mind was too numb to care. I just wanted to go home.The moment I pushed the front door open, the warm light in the living room stung my eyes. Brent emerged from the kitchen carrying the final dish."You're finally back," he said flatly. "Wash your hands and eat. Stop throwing these tantrums."Madelin pouted at him. "What happened between you two?"His tone softened immediately. "Aren't you always so curious?"Watching their interaction no longer hurt me the way it once had. I walked right past him and headed straight toward the bedroom.He must have sensed the shift, reaching out to me, but Madelin laid her hand over his arm, pulling his attention away.I closed the bedroom door, my eyes settling on a small ceramic urn on the nig

"I only told you to keep her locked down to ensure she stayed compliant after the miscarriage!" the future Brent snapped, frustration bleeding through the line. "Who the hell told you to go off-script and do whatever you did over there?"Brent couldn't help but recall his recent actions, a wave of defensive irritability washing over him. On the other end of the line, the voice from five years later was unraveling as control slipped away."She shouldn't have been able to escape me," the future Brent muttered. "Your timeline must be fracturing into mine."Brent's brows knitted together. "You told me before that my timeline couldn't rewrite yours."The man on the other end exhaled sharply, forcing himself to calm down. "Everything had remained the same. Who could have guessed that she would be the one to shatter the sequence?"Sensing the panic in his future self's voice, Brent felt a sudden weight settle in his stomach. "What about Juliet? Is she still there?"The man on the other

Once Madelin and Zoe were sent away, the large apartment felt hollow.Brent woke up in the middle of the night, staring at the vacant spot beside him in bed. He wandered into the kitchen, his footsteps echoing sharply in the silent space.Every lingering trace of Juliet and me was rapidly evaporating from the house. He sat down, burying his face in his hands as a violent headache throbbed behind his eyes.His phone began to vibrate. It was his future self.He almost hung up in irritation, but the voice on the other end cut straight to the point. "Have you gone to see Valerie's parents yet?"Brent paused, and his future self continued, "Go find them. Valerie listened to me before because I threatened her with her parents' safety. I ruined their lives. Tell them I'm sorry."The line went dead.Clinging to this fragile sliver of hope, Brent immediately booked a flight to my hometown.Before heading to the airport, he stood before Juliet's remembrance shrine, his fingers gently tra

I shook my head, mercilessly stripping away the final vestige of hope he had left—just as he had once done to me.Brent's face turned deathly pale."I'll have the divorce agreement sent to you," I said flatly.As soon as I walked through the door, my phone rang. Assuming it was a customer from the flower shop, I answered and said hello, but only silence met my ears.Just as I was about to press end, a raspy voice bled through the speaker. It wasn't the young Brent I had just left on the street.I never expected the future Brent to call me again. "Valerie, why won't you forgive him?"Having detached myself from my old emotions, I was unusually clear-headed. I turned the question back on him."You're desperate for your younger self to fix things because five years from now, I refuse to grant you forgiveness, don't I?"A hollow laugh echoed from the receiver, dripping with deep sorrow. "You're as brilliant as ever. Then you must know that everything I've done was an attempt to win