Chapter 1

In a fit of anger, I bought a train ticket and rushed back to my hometown overnight.

But I never expected the train to enter some kind of time tunnel.

I only slept for 8 hours on the train,

yet fifteen whole years had passed in the outside world.

"Your parents died ten years ago. Is there anyone else we can contact?" the police officer asked.

Dead?

Just the day before, I had talked to them on the phone. Mom even said she was going to make my favorite pizza. How could they be dead?

I held back my tears and gave them my husband's number.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service..."

The officer looked at me awkwardly.

But the next second, I pointed at the giant screen on the building outside and said:

"He can come get me! He's my husband!"

All the officers taking statements stopped what they were doing and stared at me in shock.

This whole situation was truly bizarre, but looking at the bustling police station and the towering buildings outside,

I had to accept that everyone on this train—over 300 people—had traveled through time.

"Are you saying it's really 2025?"

"Yes, ma'am. Today is October 1st, 2025."

The female officer's eyes were full of sympathy.

I looked around in confusion. There were over 300 passengers on this train, all brought here for questioning.

At first, not only did the police not believe us, we thought we'd been scammed. After all, we all looked exactly the same as when we boarded—how could fifteen years have passed in a single night?

But faced with genuine ID cards and rapidly advanced technology, we had no choice but to accept reality.

"So besides your parents, is there anyone else who can come pick you up?"

On the verge of a breakdown, I instinctively gave them Torres's number.

But as soon as I said it, I regretted it. That man who promised to protect me for life had long since betrayed our marriage.

"Sorry, the number you have dialed is no longer in service..."

Out of service. So he canceled his phone number and got together with Mia, didn't he?

My heart ached for no reason, making my breathing rapid.

After three years missing, you can be declared dead and automatically widowed. And I'd been missing for fifteen years.

"Ma'am, if there's really no one who can pick you up, then we can only..."

"Him! He can come get me!"

I pointed at the hundred-inch screen outside.

Torres was on it, wearing a black suit. The scar on his forehead was from our senior year of high school, when he risked his life to protect me and got hit in the head with a beer bottle by some thugs.

Back then, his eyebrow was permanently missing a corner, and he radiated an aura that said "don't mess with me." He was rough around the edges, and no girl could get close to him except me. He was completely different from the refined gentleman on that screen.

But now he seemed like a perfect match for Mia—the rebel finally met the cool, aloof woman who could tame him.

But why should I, the legitimate wife, end up being the mistress!

So I refused to contact anyone else. I wanted Torres to come get me. I wanted to wedge myself into their loving relationship at its peak, to disgust them both.

Just like they did to me—one second letting me bask in the joy of a happy marriage, the next forcing me to tear that dream apart with my own hands.

"Are you... sure?"

The female officer looked at me with some concern. At the same time, every officer in the station stopped what they were doing and looked at me with disbelief.

Some were mocking, some envious.

This scene confirmed my suspicions—Torres was doing well now. Or rather, he'd become a big shot, which was why he could appear on that giant screen.

"I'm sure. Before I got on that train, he was still my legal husband."

Seeing my determination, the officer could only comply.

Torres wasn't easy to reach now. The officer made calls and contacted supervisors, and an hour later the call finally went through. But the voice on the other end wasn't his.