My Lover Is My Husband's Younger Self

I frowned instinctively when Robert began raising his voice at me.

"Keep your voice down. You're going to wake him," I said.

Given the 18-year-old Robert's short fuse, if he realized that his 30-year-old self was now standing in front of him, there was no telling what he would do.

I just didn't want to bring on any unnecessary trouble for myself. However, Robert clearly interpreted my words very differently.

He chuckled with a hint of tears welling in his eyes.

"Do I even need to remind you, Kaitlyn, that this is our home?

"How dare you bring home your boytoy and demand that I, your husband, keep my voice down for his sake! Who do you even think I am to you anymore!"

Seeing that the 18-year-old Robert was stirring and about to wake up from the noise, I immediately went up to the older Robert and grabbed his hand.

"Let's not talk here and go down to the cafe nearby instead."

I was worried that he would shake me off forcefully, so I gripped him as tightly as I could. However, to my surprise, he didn't struggle in my hold. In fact, he gripped me back equally as tightly, probably out of instinct.

He still didn't let go even though we'd already stepped out of the elevator a few minutes later.

I found it a little embarrassing and tried shaking him off and withdrawing my hand, but he just held me even tighter.

"What? A boytoy can touch you, but I can't? How could you betray me so easily like this yet act like a purist with him instead?"

I couldn't put up with the sarcasm in his voice anymore and flung his hand off forcefully.

"Don't you dare judge me with those filthy thoughts of yours, especially since you're the one who wasn't clean to begin with!"

I shook him off so hard that he just took a step back and looked at me with a hurt expression.

Before he could say another word, however, the phone in his pocket suddenly began to ring.

I could see his expression change when he looked at the caller ID on the screen. He turned around and walked off slightly to answer the call.

I didn't even have to guess to know that it was a call from Bianca.

I hadn't wanted to eavesdrop on his call at first, but the building entrance was far too quiet, and I could still hear him clearly despite being a short distance away from him.

"What's wrong? You're bleeding? Wait, don't cry. Lie down on the couch and wait for me to come for you!"

Robert then hung up and left. He was already at least half a block away from me when he suddenly stopped, turned around, stormed back to me, and pulled me along.

"You're coming with me!"

I lost my balance and stumbled for a few steps as I was dragged after him. I couldn't shake him off no matter how much I tried.

"Are you crazy, Robert Bowen? Why should I come with you?" I shouted.

"Because you're the top gynecologist at the biggest hospital in the city and the youngest attending physician in its history!"

Without further ado, Robert then stuffed me into his Maybach and personally fastened my seatbelt for me.

"This is a matter of life and death, after all. You're not going to break our Hippocratic Oath, are you?"

I felt like killing myself when the car began driving off. I would rather that we got into a fatal accident on the way there than be forced to deliver my husband's mistress' baby.

The Maybach didn't turn into Lakeview Suites. Instead, it turned into a slightly smaller apartment complex next to it, Velvet Heights.

I was only confused for a very short while before it all clicked for me.

It was around the time that Robert's company was about to be listed as a public company. And, at a crucial time like this, he obviously didn't want to allow anyone to use his private life against him. That would explain why he had his mistress live in a separate apartment complex from him.

As expected, after turning into Velvet Heights and getting out of the car, Robert made his way to the elevators, pressed on the correct floor, and went to the right unit like he'd been here a thousand times before.

He even fished out a spare key from his pocket and easily unlocked the door before rushing inside in a hurry.

A short while later, a soft and slightly resentful female voice could be heard from inside the apartment.

"You're finally here, Robbie! I nearly had a heart attack just now…"

Robbie.

I used to think that I was the only one who ever referred to him by that very intimate nickname of his.

A bitter feeling welled up inside my chest. I paused at the door without going in.

A few minutes later, Robert walked out of the door with Bianca in his arms.