Part 2Love in Every Sunrise and Sunset

I heard them before I even reached the front porch—sounds of intimacy, moans and whispers that made my blood run cold.

“…Liam, be gentle.”

The door was ajar. I shoved it open.

Liam was holding Sophie, one hand caressing her breast, the other tangled in her hair as he kissed her deeply.

My vision narrowed. “Liam, what are you doing?”

I couldn’t believe it. The self-controlled, dignified man I knew would never lose himself to his desires like this. Was this really the man I had known and loved for seven years?

At the sound of my voice, Liam’s passion vanished. He turned to me, his expression icy. “What I do is none of your business. Get out.”

I fought down the pain in my chest, forcing myself to meet those familiar but chillingly cold eyes. “This body belongs to my husband, and we are not divorced!”

He scoffed. “And isn’t your husband me?”

I shook my head stubbornly. “You’re not him. Give him back to me.”

He finally released a blushing Sophie, whispering a few soothing words in her ear before grabbing my arm and dragging me outside. His grip was rough. I never thought the man who had treated me with such tenderness, who wanted to give me the world, would ever handle me this way. Even the thirty-five-year-old version of him wouldn't be this cruel.

Once we were outside, I spoke before he could. “Tell me, what do I have to do to get you out of his body? If you’re worried about Sophie, I can give her a large sum of money, send her abroad. I can guarantee she’ll never end up in the situation you described…”

He was unmoved. “I came back to marry her. I want to grow old with Sophie.”

Grow old together. He had used those exact words in our wedding vows just three months ago. The person he had sworn them to was me.

The pain was so sharp I could barely breathe. I remembered the blessed charm for our union he had sought for us before the wedding.

“You’re not Liam…” I insisted, my voice trembling. “Liam swore an oath at Azure Peak Monastery! He swore to be with me in this life and the next, to love only me! Please, I’m begging you, just let my husband come back. I’ll do anything you ask…”

For a moment, his expression seemed to soften. But in the next, his voice was even more brutal. “Thea, I hate it most when you get all weepy like this. You don’t actually believe that if the twenty-five-year-old Liam came back, he would love you forever, do you?”

“Everything I told you is true. Three years from now, I will fall in love with Sophie. I am the future Liam. All that’s happened is you’ve gotten a preview of how this marriage ends. Cutting our losses now is the best thing for both of us.”

His words left me speechless. I knew, logically, that if he really was the Liam from ten years in the future, my resistance was meaningless. But I couldn’t accept it. It was easier to believe that my husband’s body had been possessed.

I took a deep breath. “If you can get the twenty-five-year-old Liam to tell me himself that he doesn’t love me, I will leave without a fight. Otherwise, there’s nothing to discuss.”

Liam stared at me for a long moment, then let out a derisive laugh. “You’re dreaming.”

He pulled out a set of divorce papers and shoved them into my hands. “Sign these if you know what’s good for you. If not, I don’t mind dragging you through a messy court battle.”