Into his mistress's body

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, everything. So you better keep your mouth shut and play along." His voice laced with coldness.

Each word stabbed into me like a blade. I stared at him the man I loved for seven years, the man I thought I knew better than anyone. I could see the familiar scar near his jaw, the faint crease between his brows, the same ring he wore on his finger. And yet, this wasn’t my Liam. Or maybe it was, and I had simply never seen this side of him.

My hands began to shake, the weight of his betrayal crashing through me.

My husband, the love of my life, the perfect husband who once held me with possessiveness, who acted like I was his entire world and he had no-one but me, was nothing but a pathological liar? A perfect actor who balanced two different relationships like it was nothing?

I thought of our first meeting at my eighteenth birthday dinner, the long nights at university, the laughter we shared during our internships. Every memory now felt tainted.

I swallowed hard, forcing down the tears burning behind my eyes. Then, without a second thought, I grabbed his arm, twisted my elbow against his, and sent him sprawling to the floor. I didn't know what to do next. All I knew was that I wanted his hands off me. Disgust washed over me.

He couldn't be the person I married. Never.

"Son of a bitch!" I snapped, my voice shaking with anger and disbelief.

"Wh-what? Veronica! What do you think you’re—" he stopped when he saw my eyes. I raised my fist and stopped inches before his face.

"Leave, Liam," I said, my voice low, trembling not with fear but fury. "If you don’t want to get beaten, leave. And if you step in here again, I swear, I’ll make you regret ever opening that door."

He stared up at me, wide-eyed, his arrogance faltering for the first time.

" What's wrong with you? Why are you acting like this?" He hissed in pain, but couldn't wrap it around his head. " You are acting like Yvonne today. Have you lost your mind? Can't you stop obsessing over her?" He groaned, trying to stand up.

My world tilted. He called my name. So... I was really into his mistress's body? My knees buckled like all the nerve system started shutting down.

How could I get inside the woman's body who destroyed my marriage? Did I turn into a mistress?

How long had he been betraying me? The child looked around two or three years. So more than it? Did he cheat throughout my marriage? In last seven years of being together, how long was he faithful to me? Why didn't I see any sign?

Tears stung my eyes as I couldn't process anything.

Liam looked at me and scoffed, " Here you go again. Trying to play victim while going against me. Yvonne has been acting weird. So be careful. Don't make a mess. Without her, the company won't survive. I am trying to make her come to my company permanently..So don't provoke me right now!" His words were filled with condescending tone.

I stared at him, trying to process. Was he really the man I loved?

Then, just as he pushed himself up, the front door flew open again.

The sound of frantic footsteps came across the room, making both of us froze.

" Did you invite someone over?" He asked, his voice laced with annoyance.

I didn't reply. I just watched the silhouette of a woman falling across the hallway. And it didn't take second for me to recognize.

My breath hitched, air leaving my lungs. A shiver crawled from my feet to my head. As I looked at the person.

And there she was.

Me. Or rather, the woman who looked exactly like me. The real Veronica stood at the doorway, her eyes widening in horror as she took in the scene. Her lips parted, trembling.

For a moment, I forgot to breathe. Seeing my own face from the outside felt wrong — like looking at a ghost wearing my skin.

Liam froze, stammering, "Honey, what are you doing here? How did you find me here? This is not what you think." He tried to step closer, frantically trying to get attention.

But she pushed him out of the doorway with surprising strength and slammed the door shut. Her eyes, my eyes, turned to me.

"We need to talk, Yvonne."