I FaceTimed My Past Husband
Language: en
I was on a FaceTime call with the version of Chris from ten years ago. I had just sent him a photo of himself—or rather, the man he was destined to become—wrapped around another woman. He took one look and denied it instantly. "That's not me. I could never stop loving you, Natalie. A Henderson man doesn't cheat. We don't do things like this." His eyes through the screen were fierce, steady, and filled with the exact kind of integrity I remembered. He was the patient, gentle Chris I had fallen in love with. Filled with a desperate, creeping doubt, I turned to the Chris of the present day,…