The attic smelled of dust and secrets, the kind of place where time itself seemed to curl up and sleep. It’s just another box, I told myself, brushing cobwebs away from the wooden crate. My grandmother’s estate sale had been a flood of nostalgia, but this... this felt different. The box was unmarked, the wood warped with age, and when I pried it open, the air seemed to crackle with something intangible, something alive.Inside rested a single object: an ornate hourglass. The glass was blown so finely it shimmered like liquid, and the sand inside wasn’t sand at all—it was gold, catching the faint light and glowing faintly. I reached for it, my fingers trembling. The moment I touched

The attic smelled of dust and secrets, the kind of place where time itself seemed to curl up and sleep. *It’s just another box,* I told myself, brushing cobwebs away from the wooden crate. My grandmother’s estate sale had been a flood of nostalgia, but this... this felt different. The box was unmarked, the wood warped with age, and when I pried it open, the air seemed to crackle with something intangible, something *alive*.

Inside rested a single object: an ornate hourglass. The glass was blown so finely it shimmered like liquid, and the sand inside wasn’t sand at all—it was *gold*, catching the faint light and glowing faintly. I reached for it, my fingers trembling. The moment I touched

A young man discovers a magical artifact that allows him to alter the past, but only to change his own romantic history, leading to unexpected consequences in a world where he becomes a cuckold.

The Reluctant Cuckold: A Timeline of Love and Betrayal

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