LOGINGwen figured meeting Damian would be the key to unlocking the truth behind Sienna’s identity. Driven by this realization, she eagerly agreed when he asked to meet up.
Still, Gwen couldn't suppress her curiosity about Ivy, Jeff’s mistress. If she were being honest, Sienna was far more attractive. The only flaw was Sienna’s overly modest, traditional style, even though every piece in her wardrobe was made of top-tier material.
Ivy, on the other hand, was sleek and modern, a dangerously seductive woman draped in flashy, revealing clothes with bold, dramatic makeup to match.
"What on earth is going through Jeff’s head?" Gwen muttered to herself, studying the photos of Ivy that Damian had sent. "He demands his wife dress like a nun just to protect his precious reputation, yet he keeps a mistress who dresses even more scandalously than I do!"
'Where are you right now? Where did you spot my husband with that woman?' Gwen typed out in her reply to Damian.
'In Sidney, Sienna. I happen to be visiting my uncle here. I was stunned when I caught your husband acting so intimate with another woman. I’m sorry if I was out of line for sending you those photos,' Damian replied shortly after.
'When can we meet?' Gwen texted back.
Silence stretched as she waited for an answer.
'Hellooo?'
'Is this really you, Sienna?' Damian finally asked.
'Of course it’s me, who else? You heard my voice earlier.'
'I was just a bit hesitant. Ever since you got married, you’ve been doing everything to avoid me.'
Gwen paused for a second, her fingers hovering over the screen before typing her response.
'That was only natural since I was married. But now I want to meet because I need to hear it from you directly. Or better yet, could you find out who that woman is for me?' Gwen smirked to herself, fully intending to use Damian to her advantage.
'Alright, I’ll find out who your husband’s mistress is,' Damian agreed.
'We’ll meet up once you get all the details on her. Oh, all I know is that her name is Ivy,' Gwen typed back. There was no point in breaking a sweat herself when she could easily let him do the heavy lifting to uncover the woman Jeff was so obsessed with.
Bored of tossing and turning on the bed and staring blankly at the TV, Gwen stepped out of her bedroom. She wanted to clear her head and start looking for a proper house for Hans.
"Sienna!" Braddy’s voice called out from behind her.
Before she could react, Braddy grabbed her arm, yanking her into the dim shadows of the hallway.
"Mom and Trina are out, and your husband isn't back yet either. We can finally have some alone time!" Braddy whispered, his breath hot against her skin.
Without missing a beat, Gwen drove her knee straight into Braddy’s groin.
"Ah! Damn, in a rush, are we?" Braddy gasped, letting out a repulsive chuckle despite the pain.
"Let go of me!" Gwen snarled, twisting violently against his tight grip.
"Why are you acting so feisty all of a sudden? You’re usually so shy and cute!"
Gwen froze, a chill running down her spine. What on earth had Braddy been doing to Sienna behind Jeff’s back? Had he laid a finger on her before?
"Though I gotta admit, you like this are way more of a turn-on, Sienna! You’re driving me crazy!" Braddy grinned, leaning his face in closer.
Before his lips could touch her, Gwen delivered a brutal headbutt straight into the bridge of his nose.
Braddy’s grip snapped open as he staggered backward, blood spurting from his nostrils. "You!" he wheezed in pain.
Gwen immediately delivered a hard kick to his shin before bolting away, leaving Braddy groaning in agony on the floor as he clutched his nose and leg.
"That scumbag!" Gwen fumed, her chest heaving with disgust. She quickly pulled her scooter out of the garage and sped toward Hans’s neighborhood.
Her mood instantly brightened when she spotted Hans walking alone along the quiet roadside.
"Hans must have just finished a brutal overtime shift at the construction site. I should give him a ride home!" Gwen thought, tapping her horn to catch his attention.
"Oh, hello, Sienna!" Hans greeted her, nodding politely.
"Heading home?" Gwen asked, pulling up beside him.
"Yes, I am."
"Hop on! We're heading the same way. I'm on my way to visit Gwen!" Gwen said smoothly, not even tripping over the names this time.
"Oh, that's alright, Sienna. Please, go right ahead to the house. I'd rather just walk," Hans declined gently, feeling uncomfortable at the thought of riding side-by-side with the wife of the wealthiest man in the area.
"Come on, get on! Nobody's watching, and it's not even that far!" Gwen pressed.
Hans shook his head firmly, remaining steadfast in his refusal.
Realizing why he was hesitant to ride with her, Gwen relented. "Then how about you drive the scooter instead?"
Still, Hans shook his head no. Gwen let out a soft sigh and rode off ahead to his house.
'You really are a loyal man, Hans. Your love for me has truly stood the test of time, even when I was being an unbearable nightmare to you,' Gwen thought, a bittersweet mixture of pride and sorrow swelling in her chest.
When she arrived at her old house, Gwen found herself at a loss for how to bring up her offer without sounding suspicious.
"You guys are renting this place, right? Rent is so expensive! Wouldn't it be better if you two moved into my house instead? I have a property that’s just sitting empty. You can stay there as long as you want," Gwen suggested.
Hans and Sienna exchanged a bewildered look.
"I'm sorry, Sienna, but what is this about? Why the sudden offer for us to live in your house?" Sienna asked cautiously.
"My house is sitting empty anyway, so having someone take care of it would be a huge help. You can live there completely free of charge!" Gwen pressed on.
Hans reached out and gently stroked Sienna’s hair, silently seeking her input.
"We are renting, Sienna. But we're happy here, and we're still more than capable of covering the monthly rent ourselves," Sienna replied warmly.
Gwen bristled inwardly at her response.
"Just think of how much money you could save for your future if you didn't have to pay rent!" Gwen urged again.
Sienna reached down and laced her fingers with Hans’s. Hans squeezed her hand in return, looking down at her with a soft, deeply affectionate gaze.
Watching the quiet intimacy between Hans and Sienna sent a sharp pang of jealousy straight through Gwen’s chest.
'I should be the one receiving those loving looks from Hans.' Gwen fumed inwardly.
"We’ll think about it, Sienna. Honestly, your offer took us completely by surprise," Hans said gently, his fingers still wrapped tightly around Sienna’s hand.
Gwen let out a heavy sigh. "I'm only offering it because I feel bad for Mrs. Hannah. She's so sweet, and it's heartbreaking to think of her living all alone. If you take the house, all three of you can live together under one roof," she reasoned.
Hans wrapped an arm around Sienna’s shoulders. "Alright, Sienna. We’ll discuss it together first."
Sienna nodded in total agreement with her husband.
"I’ll go along with whatever my husband decides, Sienna! To be honest, as long as I’m with him, I feel completely content and comfortable anywhere, no matter how humble our life is," Sienna replied, her words prompting Hans to tighten his embrace around her.
The sight made Gwen’s jealousy burn even hotter, though she forced herself to keep her composure. She still had plenty to figure out, and besides, she was already getting addicted to the lavish wealth at her disposal. Just earlier, Jeff had transferred twenty-five million into her account to split with Susan and Trina. Of course, Gwen wasn't foolish enough to hand over Jeff’s hard-earned cash to her lazy in-laws.
Plus, the gold bars tucked away in Sienna’s wardrobe were more than enough to buy a brand-new house for Hans outright.
"Well then, I’ll take my leave. I hope to hear good news from you two soon," Gwen said, rising to her feet.
She needed to hoard as much money as possible so she could eventually return to a life with Hans. Wait, return to Hans? Of course! Gwen had no interest in spending the rest of her life tied to Jeff, a man who didn't even love her.
But how on earth could she swap bodies and souls back with Sienna? Gwen hardened her resolve, deciding she would hunt down the mysterious old man at the market to demand answers.
They met in a small function room inside a boutique hotel in Parramatta. The place was quiet. No cameras lined the hallway, and no front desk clerks cast lingering looks. Hans had chosen the venue, while Damian paid in cash—no names attached.Gwen arrived first alongside Hans, sitting across from each other at a round table. Sienna sat beside Gwen, still trapped in Gwen's body and clad in modest attire. Yet this time, something fundamental had shifted—her eyes were no longer hollow; they burned with conscious awareness.The door swung open, and Damian stepped inside.He wore a black button-down shirt without a tie, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, featuring a simple yet expensive watch on his left wrist. His stride was steady and composed—a stark contrast to his past self, whose steps had always been rushed, anxious, and plagued by the constant fear of being cast aside.Sienna turned her head, her gaze locking onto him—the dark gray-wavy hair, the gentle eyes, and the mole on his
Fifteen minutes later, Sienna opened her eyes. Her head was still throbbing, her vision a blurry haze. Slowly, she turned her head, and sitting beside the bed was someone—someone wearing her face.Sienna gasped sharply, scrambling backward until her spine hit the headboard. She stared at Gwen—her own face, her own body, but with entirely different eyes. Warm eyes. Eyes that were not her own."Who are you?" Sienna rasped out, her voice raw.Gwen stood up. "Sienna, please stay calm.""Why are you wearing my face? Why is my body inside yours?" Sienna turned toward the mirror on the wall, catching her reflection—Gwen's body, a faded t-shirt, hair tied up carelessly, and a face that wasn't hers. She touched her cheeks, her hair, her body. "What on earth happened to me?" she cried out in a panic.Gwen stepped closer and sat on the edge of the mattress. "Sienna, listen to me. First of all, I am so sorry. I..."And so flowed the entire story—from the beginning of how their souls and bodies sw
Gwen knelt beside Sienna, who lay motionless on the floor. Sienna's face was deathly pale, her breathing slow yet steady. Gwen patted her cheek gently, whispering her name, but Sienna didn't stir."Brady," Gwen demanded, turning her head sharply. "Carry her to the guest room. Now."Brady knit his brows, but he complied nonetheless. Bending down, he lifted the real Gwen's body with care and carried her toward the guest room at the far end of the corridor. Gwen followed close behind, pushing the door open and pulling back the blanket.Brady laid Sienna down on the bed, and Gwen pulled the blanket up to her chest. Standing beside the bed, Gwen stared down at the unconscious woman, her chest tightening with suffocating guilt. This was all her fault; she had been too reckless, far too impatient."What's wrong with her?" Brady asked."Exhaustion," Gwen replied curtly.Brady nodded, offering no further questions as he turned and stepped out of the room. Gwen followed. In the living room, Jef
Gwen met Hans that afternoon at their house. Sienna was asleep in the room, exhausted after helping Daisy in the kitchen all day. Gwen sat on the sofa, watching Hans fix a leaking kitchen faucet."Mas, I want to ask your permission."Hans turned his head. "Permission for what?""I want to take Sienna to Jeff's house."Hans set down his adjustable wrench. "What? Are you crazy?""Listen to me first." Gwen leaned forward. "Sienna said she's been having weird dreams more often. She dreams about a man calling her Sienna. She dreams of living in a grand house, having lovely dresses and plenty of jewelry. Her body remembers, Hans. Just not her head.""So?""If I take her back to her home, maybe her memories will return. Maybe she'll remember who she is and her husband Jeff. Maybe she can remember everything."Hans let out a breath. He sat down beside Gwen. "Gwen, that's dangerous. If Jeff is home...""Jeff is out of town. Susan and Trina went to a social gathering. The house is empty."Hans
Gwen stepped out of the cafe with a slightly lighter chest. Damian had promised to contact his acquaintance tonight. If everything went smoothly, they could enter Dr. Adrian's clinic within a few days. There might be evidence. There might be recordings. There might be patient records that could explain what had truly happened to Sienna.Yet barely a few steps from the cafe door, her phone vibrated with a text from Jeff.'Sienna. Where are you?'Gwen stopped dead in her tracks, her heart sinking. She stared at the screen, typing back a response with hands that were growing cold.'Out getting some fresh air.'The reply came fast—far too fast.'Getting fresh air at Circular Quay?'Gwen froze as the blood seemed to drain from her veins. Circular Quay. Jeff knew. How could he?She looked left and right, searching frantically. There was no sign of Jeff's car, no bodyguards in sight—only people strolling casually along the sidewalk, ships docked at the harbor, and the continuous blowing of t
A few days passed without any word from Damian. Gwen carried on with her daily routine at Jeff's house as usual—waking up, eating the breakfast prepared by Daisy, pretending to swallow her medicine, and spending the rest of the day in her room. Every night, she spat the pill into the bathroom sink, rinsing it thoroughly until no trace remained. Her chest still felt tight quite often, but at least her condition wasn't worsening.That afternoon, her phone vibrated. Damian's name appeared on the screen.'I found something. Meet at the same place. Tomorrow at four.'Gwen typed a brief response. 'Okay.'The following day, Gwen arrived early at the Circular Quay cafe. She chose the exact same table—in the corner, facing the entrance. Damian arrived right on time. This time, he carried a thin brown folder in his hand, his face noticeably tenser than during their previous meeting."Have you ever heard the name Dr. Adrian before?" Damian asked."Only from a video on Jeff's phone. And from a fo







