Chapter 2My Husband's Other Self

I woke up in the middle of the night. The sheets beside me were still warm, but he was gone.

I grabbed a t-shirt, threw it on, and went to the kitchen for water.

Caleb was eating with his back to me, his movements urgent.

I leaned against the wall. "Hungry already? Need to recharge?"

He spun around, looking like he'd seen a ghost, then whipped back around, howling.

"You! Why are you awake?!"

"Put some clothes on! You wicked woman!"

What is wrong with him?

I ignored his tantrum and went back to the bedroom. Just as I was drifting off, Caleb poked my cheek repeatedly.

I slapped his hand away. "What?"

"How much money do you want?" He looked around nervously, whispering, "Let me go, and I won't call the police."

"If you're sick, go to the hospital. I don't have time for your drama."

I yelled, burying myself under the covers, turning my back to him.

Caleb pulled me back over.

"This is false imprisonment!"

Since when does this law-breaking CEO care about the law?

He continued, "Call my grandfather. He'll give you money."

Caleb's grandfather died two years ago. He respected his grandfather the most and hated when anyone mentioned him.

I finally sat up and looked at him properly.

His usually calm eyes were now full of boundless energy and curiosity.

And a hint of pure stupidity.

He smirked, a cocky, boyish grin. "I know I'm handsome, but I have a girlfriend."

I vaguely remembered Caleb dating someone in his teens. She cheated on him, and I mocked him about it for ages.

I asked tentatively, "How old are you?"

He said, "Eighteen."

What a coincidence. Exactly five years younger than me.