All Chapters of Swapped: His Dead Wife's Revenge: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Nikolai’s PovI was still sitting in the sitting room when Leo came back. He had that concerned look again — the one that always meant he was about to play therapist.“I can see you’ve become a therapist now,” I said dryly. “Going to check up on Chloe? How sweet. We didn’t even ask for it, but here you are, trying to fix something that isn’t broken.”Leo sighed and sat down opposite me. “Nikolai…”“You know what? I’m going to get a drink.”“I don’t think I’m interested,” I muttered.“Don’t worry, you will be.”I watched him step out and return with a bottle and two glasses. He poured for both of us and pushed one toward me. I took it, more out of habit than anything else.“Nikolai,” he started, “I’ve never known you to be this cold. I know you can be a jackass sometimes. But this? The way you treat her… it’s too much.”I took a long sip. “Don’t try to fix this, Leo. You’re my friend, but stay out of my marriage.”“I’m not trying to fix your marriage,” he said calmly. “I’m just saying

June’s PovI wiped the last bit of pizza sauce from the corner of my mouth with a napkin, feeling more satisfied than I had in days. The box sat empty between us on the table, and for a moment, everything felt simple. Normal, even. Leo leaned back in his chair, watching me with that easy half-smile of his.“You know we can actually buy more and take some home, right?” he said.I froze mid-chew, a piece still in my mouth, and felt heat rush up my neck. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled around it, covering my mouth with my hand like that would somehow make me less embarrassing. Leo chuckled, low and warm, his eyes never leaving my face. I looked down at the table, suddenly shy under the weight of his gaze. There was something about the way he looked at me that made my stomach do this weird flip—not butterflies exactly, but something close. Something I wasn’t ready to name.“Maybe,” he said after a beat, still smiling.I swallowed and tried to play it cool. “I never actually imagined, in my next li

June’s PovI slept like a baby last night. The kind of deep, peaceful sleep I hadn’t tasted in what felt like forever. I tossed and turned under the soft sheets, hugging my pillow close to my chest, a silly smile tugging at my lips even in my dreams. My cheeks felt warm, flushed for no reason at all, like a schoolgirl replaying a sweet moment over and over. I didn’t want to wake up. Not because I wanted to die or anything dramatic like that, just because lying there felt safe. Warm. Untouchable. For once, the world outside my bedroom door could wait.But eventually, reality pulled me back. I dragged myself out of bed with a soft groan, stretching my arms high above my head until my back popped. The first thing I did was shuffle over to the full-length mirror. My reflection stared back at me, my eyes still heavy with sleep, hair a wild mess, but my face… it looked different. There was a spark in it. A quiet excitement that made my lips curve upward without permission. No stress lines p

June’s PovWhat the fuck?The words screamed inside my head before I could even force them out of my mouth. My body was still trembling from everything Nikolai had just done to me—sweaty, aching, marked by his hands, his mouth, his fury—but all of that pleasure curdled into ice the second I saw Alexander standing there, watching us like we were some private show he’d paid for.I was still completely naked. Humiliation crashed over me like a tidal wave. I scrambled backward on the bed, yanking the blanket up to cover my breasts, my stomach, everything I could. My hands shook so badly I could barely grip the fabric. Nikolai, meanwhile, had already pulled on his boxers and a loose shirt, moving like this was the most normal thing in the world.“What are you doing here?” I choked out, voice cracking. “Alex… what the hell?”Alex leaned against the wall, a lazy, satisfied smirk on his face. “Damn. You two put on one hell of a show. Beautiful, really. The way you fell apart for him… I almost

June’s PovI stood in front of the mirror in Blue’s apartment, slowly brushing my long brown hair until it fell in smooth waves down my back. My eyes kept drifting to the window, watching the morning light filter through the curtains. The city outside looked so peaceful, completely unaware of the storm still raging inside me. Blue was still fast asleep in the bed behind me. She had two rooms in this apartment, but last night I had crawled into the same bed with her. I just did not want to be alone. Blue felt like a real sister, the kind who would stay up watching over you even when she was exhausted. I did not deserve her, but I was so grateful she was here.I was getting ready for work. After everything that happened yesterday, part of me wanted to hide under the covers and never face the world again. But I refused to let Nikolai take that from me too. I was going to show up. I was going to be confident. Or at least pretend until it felt real. I carefully applied my mascara, blinking