ログインYvonne woke up finding herself inside a stranger's body the day she received a pen drive with the evidence of her husband's adulterous lifestyle behind her back. To add worse into the situation, she realized that she was into her husband's mistress's body who was already married to another person and had a child. Now, not only was she facing such a cruel joke, but also the person who her husband's mistress was married to, hated her existence. How will she face all the humiliation and overcome while trying to return to her own life that she carefully built? Will she fall in love with the mistress's husband instead?
もっと見るYvonne," Then the princess met the fairy again when she protected her little brother. As a reward for her honesty and kindness!"I watched Dante reading her favorite book. His voice was low and steady. He looked relaxed, the usual stiff coldness and the invisible barrier around him replaced by a decent, composed personality. His shoulders were loose, one arm resting lightly beside the pillow while the other held the book open.I sat there, checking the documents regarding my company's situation and my options to buy off his part of shares. The faint glow of the laptop reflected on the papers scattered beside me." She fell asleep!" Dante said, gently closing the book and getting off the bed. He glanced at Aurora to make sure she was really asleep before lowering his voice, " Are you staying here tonight with her?"I looked up.But I was startled when I found him standing right in front of me, barely any distance between us. I hadn't even noticed when he walked over.My fingers paused
Jerome, My body moved before my mind caught up. I shoved the door open. It banged against the wall with a violent crash, the sound swallowed almost instantly by the suffocating darkness inside the room. The impact stung through my shoulder, but I barely felt it. The air inside was thick, stale, carrying the sharp scent of antiseptic and something metallic underneath. The room was pitch black. I could barely make out shapes. The curtains had been drawn tight, blocking out even the faintest trace of hallway light. The machines that were supposed to be humming beside her bed were silent. There was movement near the bed. A harsh scraping sound cut through the silence, followed by the uneven rustle of sheets being dragged violently. Fabric twisted. Metal shifted faintly, as if the bedframe had been jolted. Someone was breathing too fast. Not just fast—panicked. The kind of breathing that bordered on hyperventilation. There was a faint choking sound between the breaths. A beam of
Jerome“The surgery will start around ten tonight. We are hopeful that it will be smooth.”The head surgeon explained at the last-minute meeting before the surgery.I sat at the long conference table without speaking, my hands clasped loosely in front of me, though my fingers kept tightening and loosening without me realizing it. On the screen was Veronica’s CT scan. Her brain in pale layers of grey and white… one wrong move, it’s over.I stared at it longer than necessary, jaw slightly clenched, tongue pressing against the inside of my cheek.The others discussed swelling, risk factors, blood pressure stabilization. Words floated past me without settling. All I could hear were her words from earlier."I don’t want to die hating everyone."My throat felt dry at the memory. I shifted slightly in my seat, my hand rising to rub over my mouth. Veronica had always been the black sheep in our family. The one who constantly dragged our family into the mud.Now she had looked terrified. Small
VeronicaSleep did not come gently. It pulled me under in fragments, like drifting through layers of heavy water. The beeping of the monitor faded into something distant, mechanical and hollow. My body felt weightless at first, then strangely alert, as if every nerve was awake beneath the surface of the dream.I started hearing noises, first my mother, gentle and warm, Taylor's cold hum, Jemore's teasing, big brother's laughter, then Yvonne, standing on the stage, giving a speech at the age of twenty, and then..."Mommy!"My heart sank when I saw her, Aurora. And to myself, screaming at her, cursing at her, throwing the food that was barely edible for a child. My throat burned even in the dream. I could see her flinch, her tiny fingers curling into her dress, her lower lip trembling. The guilt was so sharp it felt physical, like something slicing through my ribs from the inside.I realized that I was dreaming. My skin was burning, damp with sweat. Maybe fever. My tongue felt thick. My






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