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!"