My Time Traveler Husband

On our third wedding anniversary, my husband vanished into thin air at the restaurant. He didn't run away, he didn't hide; he just disappeared visibly, like a TV screen turning off. The chair opposite me was still warm, half a glass of red wine was spilled, and the fork of the next diner lay on the floor. Everyone was staring at me. I stared at the ring he left behind, only one thought in my mind—this bastard, he won't even let me finish the divorce proceedings? [Chapter 1] My name is Elaine, I'm twenty-nine, and I own a small flower shop in Chicago. Three years ago, I married Leo, a seemingly perfectly normal man. So normal that he'd forget his age.