Yvonne was married to her perfect husband who worked in a prestigious family. At first she thought life was pretty perfect until she found out his another family. He was living another life with the very woman who knew that he was married. However when before she could confront her, she woke up next day in another body. When she walked in front of the mirror, she realized she was in her husband's mistress's body.
View MoreThe first thing I did after Veronica left was cook for the child. Aurora Blackwood, with piercing ocean-blue eyes, dark brown hair that hadn’t been washed for a while, and a body full of bruises, looked traumatized when I served the meal. Her fingers shook as if someone were holding a knife to her throat. I didn’t say anything. I served myself from the same pot as hers and started eating. She was quiet, frightened and then slowly, she reached for her plate. Veronica wasn’t just a homewrecker but also an abuser. The thought sent a chill down my spine. When Aurora realized the meal wasn’t awful, she sat up properly and started eating like she hadn’t had food in years. Right now, “Mommy,” Aurora watched me intently, her eyes following me as I rummaged through her small closet. “Yes, sweetheart!” I replied. It felt so natural. There were countless nights when I had imagined myself as a mother but it never happened. “We going?” she asked, tilting her head, her small legs shaking ca
Veronica looked at me as if I was being unfair. Her eyes darkened with annoyance and distinct irritation. She clenched her fist, nails digging into the arm rest. Honestly I wanted to choke her to death for ruining my nails. Let last week I had them done in my favorite salon. " So you are not going to help me sort out the situation?" She asked, my voice low but condescending. " You don't have the right to demand after ruining my marriage and now stealing my body. What made you think that soul swapping would be a good idea? Did you think you can just become me with my body?" Her face twitched with rage. She looked at me with a sharp gaze, "You—" she opened her mouth to say something but became quiet, looking defeated. " It wasn't what I intended to do. But, can you do me a favor?" "No," I flat out refused coldly, crossing my arms. "Deal with yourself. I don’t care. Since you started this, you have to deal with the mess." "Don’t be dramatic, Yvonne. I’ve moved past your h
I stood there, surprised and horrified, yet more composed than I ever was. Liam kept knocking on the door, desperate to explain. But all my attention was on my own body, standing like a ghost from a bad dream. She walked toward me... my own body. It felt strange to see myself approaching me. My face was twitching with rage, the corner of my lips curved in a grim line. I scanned my body. The usual brightness was long gone after working overnight for months. "Yvonne! Is that you inside?" My own voice snapped me out of my daze. I looked up at her, Veronica, standing with visible annoyance. "Yes. I am Yvonne," I said, gently lifting the kid onto the bed. My fingers twitched slightly, realizing that my body would shake at this point. But knowing that my husband's mistress inside my body, using my face and identity, made me sick. "Let's talk outside, my husband's mistress." I didn't hide the bitterness in my tone. The girl looked confused but curled herself into a ball in the b
I blinked, my world tilting once again. Veronica? My breath hitched. "What… what do you mean, Veronica?" I asked. "Who is Veronica?" He frowned, confusion flashing across his face before he chuckled dryly. "What’s going on today? First Yvonne was acting weird, now you’re doing the same. Don’t tell me you met her? Did you meet her behind my back?" My chest went cold. I tried to speak, but he grabbed my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him. His eyes, the same eyes I once adored, the ones that held me like I was his entire world, now looked sharp, calculating. I couldn't recognize that expression. As if he looked like my husband. Not my man who had a calm and sweet demeanor. "Listen, Veronica," he warned, his voice low and threatening. "I can’t divorce my wife right now. If she finds out that I’ve been cheating on her and almost had an illegitimate child with you—" he pointed at the little girl, "thankfully she isn’t mine, she’ll destroy me. She’ll take the house, the savings
Yvonne,Life has always been unpredictable. Some situations just occur with no explanation. But when we search for the reason, we realize that no matter how unexpected incidents and miracles may seem, everything has its own reason. Last night I remembered lying next to my husband, his arm resting around me, his breathing slow and steady against my neck. The warmth of him had always been my favorite comfort. But this morning, I found myself standing before the mirror, staring at an unfamiliar face that made my blood run cold. I touched my cheek, tracing the skin that looked far too smooth. My neck felt strange beneath my fingertips, and when I ran my hand over my wrist, I froze. The scar that once stretched across it — the one I got after falling down the stairs three years ago — was gone. No mark, no trace of pain or memory. Just perfect, untouched skin. My breath hitched as I took in the reflection again. Long dark hair that wasn’t mine. A thinner frame. Lighter eyes. Everyth
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