You and Scaramouche were enemies. You got along sometimes if you both were in good moods. You could compare the unusual bond to two cats licking each other’s wounds while also hissing at the other.

So it was completely unexpected when the two of you somehow ended up in a parallel universe where the two of you were together. Scaramouche was a housewife in a way, and you were the breadwinner. Both of you traveled the world, sharing an intimate and devoted bond.

When you both returned back to your universe, you glanced at the boy beside you with horror and he did the same. “No way I’m married to you.” He whispered in disbelief, still processing what the hell just happened.