The mistress in Me

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 bed. I felt odd. How did this shameless woman turn such a loveable kid like this?

I turned, facing Veronica.

She froze. Her face turned pale. Her fingers clutched the hem of the yellow dress that I bought last summer.

It felt strange to call her mistress since she was in my body. As if I was cursing myself.

But she didn’t say anything else. Obediently, she walked into the living room.

All sorts of emotions—confusion, curiosity, rage, and pain, started washing over me like a rollercoaster. I wanted to slap her hard, pull her hair, or worse, shove her against the wall until she bled to death.

All kinds of dark intrusive thoughts started bubbling up on the surface as I walked toward the living room.

My whole body trembled as I walked through the hallway to the living room. I started feeling disgusted. Waking up inside the body of the woman who had been having an affair with my husband? Crawling in my bed behind my back with my husband.

Now I had turned into the mistress, and she had become me? She got my husband, my body and... my life?

I couldn’t wrap my head around the situation. My mind was a maze, unable to find a way out.

What should I do? How do I return to my body? Was this even real? Could souls swap like this? Why me? Why would she get everything — my home, my face, my name... after taking my husband?

I kept whispering to myself while losing my mind. By the time I walked to her, I noticed her phone which was technically mine now, scrolling frantically and my phone was on the table.

The sudden realization hit me to the core. I might have been in another person’s body, but I still had control over my phone.

I grabbed it and messaged my lawyer, an old friend to freeze all my assets, including the inheritance I got from my grandfather and a few trust funds.

I sent a new passcode to my lawyer, instructing that he must not give away any information unless I told him the passcode—even if 'I'stood right in front of him.

He replied with a puzzled question, wondering why. But I didn’t care. All I needed was to secure my priorities and my money.

I changed the password to my accounts. I transferred all my money from my personal account to my late grandpa's account which was still managed by me.

As I was busy sorting things out, my own voice rang out like a ghost.

"Did you get a pen drive yesterday?"

Her words made me freeze. My fingers paused midway. I looked at her, a frown forming between my brows.

"What are you talking about?" I asked, changing my screen lock. "What pen—"

My eyes widened when a jolt ran through my body. A sharp pain blurred my sight. My body hit the couch.

"A pen drive. Blue, with a red cross on it!" She described lazily, while typing something on her phone. She looked unbothered.

Her words sent another wave of shock through me. But this time, a rush of memories hit my consciousness. Now I remembered what I couldn’t recall this morning.

Yesterday, right after I settled down for afternoon tea, the housekeeper delivered a parcel that I didn’t remember ordering.

When I opened it, I found a blue pen drive. I had been confused but decided to check what it contained.

Now, as I looked at her, my heart pounded against my ribcage with a throbbing pain. "It was you!" I whispered. "In that video... you were with Liam!" My voice was eerily quiet.

I had completely forgotten about it after watching. I wanted to confront him, but I remembered acting normal when he returned, even cuddling him to sleep. As if the afternoon incident never happened. Was it effect of the pen drive?

"Why would you send that pen drive? What kind of drive was that? Is it all your doing?" I asked, trying to find some explanation.

She smirked as if she was enjoying my pathetic situation. She rested on the couch as if she was the one in control. Or perhaps she was since I had no idea what was happening.

" Yes.. It's all my doing. I found someone interesting who helped me to get whatever I wanted." She had barely zero regrets in her..

My body shook like it would collapse anytime soon. The constant revelation of all the betrayal felt like daggers stabbing, slicing through my heart.

I wanted to slap her so badly. But I couldn't pull myself to do it. My habit of self-control in this kind of situation where I was angry but lost kept me in control.

" Why did you do it? What do you want? If you wanted Liam, you could have said so. You could have told me." I asked, my voice shaking with rage.

She scoffed, meeting my eyes, " Are you stupid? Do you think I wanted that stupid bastard? Nah!" She stood up, her eyes sharp with greed, " I wanted your life. The way Liam talks about you, it feels like a dreamy life I wanted to have. So, I decided why not try to make it mine. After all -!"

She leaned closer and smirked, " I like to steal others' perfect life!"

I couldn't move for a second. She wanted my life? Not me my husband? Why? Did she really think my life was all rainbow?

" I love this expression!" She smirked, pushing me, " I wonder how you will handle my life, Yvonne Rogers. Oh, Another thing, someone will come here today. I hope you will handle it on my behalf!"

Before I could say anything, she walked away, her smirk deepening with darkness. My mind spiraled, as I fell onto the floor, shaking.

" What's happening with me?"