“Samantha Frost, since you clearly hate taking care of me so much, let’s just get a divorce!”
The sudden outburst snapped Samantha out of her daze. She looked around, totally confused and panicked.
Wasn’t she just running away from a wedding? How did she end up in... here?
Everything in the room screamed old-fashioned—the faded wallpaper, the clunky furniture, and especially the calendar on the wall with “1985” printed in bold. She almost fainted on the spot.
Did she seriously just time-travel from the 25th century to the 1980s?
She, Samantha Frost—pampered princess of the Frost family—had only tried to shake off a forced marriage, and now she’d landed in this mess?
“Samantha Frost! Cat got your tongue?”
The man’s irritated voice pulled her thoughts back. She instinctively swallowed hard and looked over at the guy lying in bed, clearly unable to move. Then a flood of foreign memories crashed into her mind.
Turns out this body’s original owner was also named Samantha Frost—twenty years old and married to a soldier named Alexander Smith. Pretty face, nasty attitude. Always stirring up trouble.
The marriage had been her own doing, too. Three months ago, Alexander saved her life while on leave. She got obsessed, pestered him constantly, and even used some dirty tricks to force him into marrying her.
After the wedding, she moved into the military compound with him and raised hell daily—fighting with neighbors, flirting with other men. The ladies around the block went out of their way to avoid her.
And it got worse. When Alexander got injured during a mission and ended up paralyzed, she neither cared for him nor showed sympathy. Instead, she fell for a schoolteacher and kept pushing for a divorce.
Even when Alexander decided to stay in the marriage for duty's sake, she doubled down on her cruelty: refusing to feed him, leaving him in his own filth, screaming at him for soiling the sheets, and even hitting him. She'd curse him every day, hoping he’d die sooner.
It got so bad she even kicked out Alexander’s commander when he came to check on him. Slammed the door and went right back to her abuse. That’s how the whole base started calling her a “wicked woman.”
Just earlier, Alexander’s ex, Catherine Green, came to visit. And what did the original Samantha do? Cussed her out and threw dirty laundry in her face. Alexander was beyond humiliated. That’s what pushed him to bring up divorce.
After seeing these memories, Samantha just stood there in shock. Wow. This was a lot to take in. She needed a moment.
“Samantha!” Alexander snapped at her from the bed. “You’ve been begging for a divorce—now I’m finally the one suggesting it, and you’ve got nothing to say?”
She wanted to cry. Broke and stranded in the middle of nowhere—what could she do if they really split up? She needed time and money before even thinking about that.
Snapping out of it, Samantha looked at him and said, “I’m sorry. I messed up.”
A quick apology to smooth things over for now.
Alexander stared at her like he’d seen a ghost. He couldn’t believe this was actually happening.What really caught him off guard was seeing Samantha Frost actually bending down to pick up the filthy pants on the floor and start cleaning the room.
Luckily, she wasn't one of those pampered types, or she'd never even touch this kind of stuff. With her head down, Samantha carefully wiped away the grime on the floor, moving slowly and focused.
She then grabbed the soiled bedding and carried it outside to wash. Watching her busy figure, Alexander Smith started wondering if he was dreaming.
This woman, his wife for the past three months, hadn’t even lifted a finger to pick up a pair of chopsticks before. Back before he got injured, he'd come home from training and still have to do all the chores. And now, with useless legs stuck in bed, he was left in this miserable state.
He caught sight of the dried mess on his collar and felt a wave of nausea. He despised what he had become — helpless, filthy. But even more, he loathed that woman, the one who had humiliated him, mistreated him, even denied him basic food and water.
But now, Samantha was like a completely different person, moving around constantly—first cleaning the floor, then washing clothes, then heating up water so they could both get a proper wash.
Honestly, they both smelled terrible, but Alexander was by far the worst. Just thinking about how the original Samantha had forced him to relieve himself in bed made her stomach churn. That was just cruel.
After a while, her stomach started to growl, so she walked back into the room and asked, "Are you hungry?"
As soon as she said it, she regretted it. Someone who hadn’t eaten or drunk anything in three days would definitely be starving. Meeting Alexander’s sharp gaze, she instantly panicked.
She cursed herself for being thoughtless. The old Samantha had kept food and water from him regularly, all to stop him from using the bathroom. That was downright inhumane.
"I’ll make you some noodles," Samantha hurried to say.
Alexander kept staring at her, trying to figure her out. Since when was she so nice? What angle was she playing here? But before he could say more, Samantha had already rushed into the kitchen.
Thankfully, people all used gas tanks for cooking in this era, so it wasn't too hard to whip something up.
Spotting two eggs on the cutting board, she quickly fried them up. Then she dumped the noodles into boiling water, added a few simple spices, served herself a small bowl, and prepared a big bowl for Alexander.
She figured he must be starving, so she piled the noodles high, practically overflowing, enough to really fill him up.
"The noodles are hot, take your time," Samantha said as she handed the bowl to him. Then she added, "Want me to help you freshen up later? Change into clean clothes?"
Alexander froze, studying her face with suspicion. "Why are you suddenly acting all sweet? What are you after?"
He couldn’t buy this sudden kindness. She had to be plotting something.
Caught off guard, Samantha fumbled for words, "It’s just… I don’t want to get divorced, at least not right now..."