He Became Eighteen, Left Me for Her, Then Begged Me Back

When the divorce papers landed on the table, I was reviewing documents for Adrian’s West District project.

The floating comments immediately came alive.

[Hahaha, here we go. The supporting female lead is about to cling to him for dear life. No way she’s willing to give up being Mrs. Pierce.]

[She’s spent all these years living as a rich man’s wife. You really think she’ll walk away with nothing?]

[Waiting for her to cry and beg Young Adrian not to divorce her.]

I flipped to the last page.

'I voluntarily waive all claims to marital property.'

I pushed the agreement back across the table.

“I’m not signing this.”

Adrian’s expression darkened.

I looked up at him.

“You don’t get to end a marriage that belongs to the twenty-eight-year-old Adrian Pierce.”

The comments froze for a second.

[??? She’s not begging?]

[Wait. “Twenty-eight-year-old Adrian”? Does she know they switched souls?]

[Got it. She’s obviously stalling so she can move the assets first!]

Adrian planted both hands on the table.

Even the tips of his ears were red with anger.

“I am Adrian Pierce!

“The house is mine. The company is mine. The money is mine!

“Just because my twenty-eight-year-old self lost his mind and married you doesn’t mean I can’t fix his mistake!”

I stared at that painfully familiar face.

For one brief moment, he felt like a complete stranger.

The twenty-eight-year-old Adrian rarely lost his temper.

In the six years we had been married, he remembered when my period was due and knew I hated cilantro.

No matter how late he came home from a business dinner, he only ever turned on the small lamp beside the bed because he knew I was a light sleeper.

The only time he had ever raised his voice at me was when hot oil splashed my hand while I was frying eggs.

He had grabbed my wrist and held my hand under cold running water, somehow more upset than I was.

But the eighteen-year-old Adrian standing in front of me now was all sharp edges.

My fingers curled slightly.

It was fine.

The soul swap would only last thirty days.

Fifteen more days.

Then he would come back.

“When the real Adrian returns, if he still wants a divorce, I’ll sign.

“But our marital assets will be divided according to the law.

“I won’t give up a single cent of what I’m legally entitled to.”

Adrian froze.

He probably hadn’t expected me to say that.

Vivian stepped out from behind him and gently tugged at his sleeve.

“Adrian, Ms. Shaw has been with you for so many years. You should still give her whatever she’s entitled to.”

Been with you for so many years.

The way she phrased it made me sound less like his wife and more like some woman he had paid to keep around for six years.

After a pause, she added softly,

“It’s not like I’m with you for your money.”

I glanced at her.

Her eyes and features really did look remarkably similar to mine.

Suddenly, I remembered our first blind date six years ago.

When Adrian first saw me, he had stared for two full seconds.

It was such a tiny detail that I had never thought much of it before.

Now it felt like a thorn lodged beneath my skin.

Adrian, however, clearly loved what Vivian had said.

“Five million.”

He looked at me as though he were being incredibly generous.

“Consider it compensation for the six years you gave me. That’s more than fair, isn’t it?”

The floating comments practically exploded with laughter.

[Don’t roast him! Young Adrian genuinely isn’t trying to insult her. At eighteen, he seriously thinks five million is an insane amount of money!]