My Lover Is My Husband's Younger Self

I hung my head and stirred my coffee listlessly, a bitter smile playing on my lips.

"No. Nothing happened, actually. You're also in very good health.

"We got married as soon as we graduated from college. At first, we had a very close relationship with each other, and life was very blissful. We loved each other as deeply as we had for the past decade or so.

"However, everything changed as soon as Bianca appeared."

Bianca had begun working at Robert's company in its fifth year, and that was also the year when our marriage entered its "seven-year itch".

I had been busy working and getting promoted as the youngest attending physician at the hospital, while Robert's career was also experiencing exponential growth.

Gradually, his social engagements and obligations increased, having to attend countless balls, galas, banquets, and business meetings.

After rejecting his invitation to accompany him to a couple of such social events, Robert lost his temper with me for the first time ever.

"Everyone else always has a female companion with them except for me! So what if I'm married? I always have to attend them alone anyway!

"All my business partners keep laughing at me, calling me a henpecked husband or accusing me of not earning enough money that you were too embarrassed to show up and support me in my career!"

This was the first time he'd accused me of such things, and I felt lost, wronged, and aggrieved.

After all, he'd always doted on me and never said a harsh word to me before, let alone openly criticizing me like this.

However, no matter how much I loved him, I couldn't possibly give up a decade of my hard work in medicine and all of my results that I'd painstakingly accumulated just to keep him company and boost his ego.

Neither one of us was willing to admit fault and apologize first, and thus, a cold war began between us.

Robert moved out of the home we shared together and went to live in his own private apartment in Lakeview Suites, which was closer to his company.

He barely came back to our home, and I could count the number of times he actually did with the fingers on one hand.

Once, I missed him so much that I decided to show up unannounced at his apartment on his birthday.

I never thought that Bianca would be the one answering the door in her mini strap dress when I knocked on his door.

"Mr. Bowen had a bit too much to drink tonight, and he can't see anyone right now."

She didn't seem to recognize me. She just kept her head hung low, shyly and subtly showing off the faint red marks on her neck that were peeking through her long hair.

"Maybe you'd like to leave him a message? I'll make sure to pass it to him when he wakes up later."

I suppressed the tears welling in my eyes and handed her the gift bag in my hands, making every word I said clear.

"My name is Kaitlyn Hudson. Ask him to call me as soon as he wakes up. I have something to tell him."

Bianca just hummed softly and closed the door on me in a polite manner.

However, two weeks passed, and I never got any response from Robert.

When the 18-year-old Robert heard that, he could no longer hold back his fury and smashed a wine glass on the floor.

"How is that possible? How could I have possibly just slept with another woman like that! This can't be real, can it? There has to be a mistake! A misunderstanding!"

I wiped away the tears on my face and shook my head in silence.

I was the one who wished that it had been nothing more than a misunderstanding the most. However, it wasn't too long after that when Bianca found out that she was pregnant.

The 30-year-old Robert was incredibly attentive to her, whether in public or in private, even bringing her for her prenatal checkup at the hospital where I worked at, using my employee card.

No matter how much I tried to deceive myself, I just couldn't convince myself that it wasn't the truth.

Also, it seemed that the 18-year-old Robert was even less able to accept his betrayal and infidelity toward me than I was.

He began downing glass after glass of alcohol like a wounded, heartbroken little puppy as he curled up on the couch and sobbed with tears flowing down his cheeks.

"How could it be, Kitty? How could I ever bear to hurt you like this…"

I sighed and crouched over to pull a blanket over his body.

Before I could even straighten up, the door behind me was suddenly pushed open.

When I turned around, I was instantly met with the 30-year-old Robert's gaze.

"You sure know how to surprise me, Kaitlyn," the older Robert said, his face dark and thunderous as he witnessed my seemingly intimate actions with the 18-year-old Robert.

"So, it wasn't enough that you messed around with him at the office—you even had to bring him back to continue where you left off.

"Judging from how hard it is for you guys to separate from each other, it's no wonder that you're suddenly so eagerly pushing for the divorce now."