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The scientists on our team frequently asserted that Rocco Ferrari was deeply, irrevocably enamored with me.
I suffered from an uncommon ailment; my body reacted strongly to physical contact, was susceptible to allergies, and conceiving was nearly impossible. To protect me from discomfort, Rocco took extreme precautions. During our intimate moments, he always insisted on dual protection, unwilling to jeopardize my wellbeing.
The idea of me experiencing the torment of fertility treatments was unbearable to him, so he made a daring public announcement, declaring himself sterile and uninterested in parenthood. This was his method of shielding me from scrutiny and conjecture.
Rocco harbored lofty aspirations in research, but lacked the financial means to realize them. Meanwhile, I had my own agenda: to collect information from this time period.
Thus, I concealed my true identity and became the anonymous sponsor of his entire team, financing every project and ensuring his vision remained unimpeded.
One day, while bringing Rocco his lunch, I overheard a conversation that stopped me in my tracks. His colleagues were chuckling, their teasing words cutting through the air.
"Rocco, did you conduct last night's online meeting while using Avery? Your voice even altered; was it that pleasurable?"
Rocco laughed, giving his coworker a friendly push, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face.
"Don't exaggerate. But yes, the sensation without it is incredible."
Those words devastated me. My chest constricted as my heart crumbled to dust.
Later, with shaking hands, I contacted my team in the future.
"I want to return."
A familiar voice replied, calm and reassuring.
"Understood. The time-travel vessel will be waiting for you at the foot of Liora Cliff."
"The planned departure is in five days."

Love's Time Traveler, Betrayed by a Future She Funded

Rocco's expression contorted, his eyes suddenly widening as if recalling something crucial. He snapped his head upward, rage burning in his bloodshot stare as it locked onto Avery.


Avery let out a frightened gasp, trying to escape, but Rocco's grasp was unyielding, yanking her back by her locks.


"You wretched woman! Stop lying to me! Even if you perish, Valerie wouldn't!"


"It's all your fault! You delivered those items to Valerie. That's the reason she abandoned me!"


Rocco's breathing accelerated, his anger overtaking him. "You were aware, weren't you? You recognized her but kept quiet. Valerie was too gentle to harm anyone. Why didn't you inform me? Why didn't you caution me?"


Avery's shriek reverberated through the room as pain seared her scalp, and terror consumed her, causing her to lose composure.


"I did it for the child, Rocco! She couldn't provide you with an heir, but I can! You promised me a new residence. You promised us a future!"


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