All Chapters of Swapped: His Dead Wife's Revenge: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

June’s PovThe rest of the day passed in a hazy blur. I moved through meetings and paperwork like I was watching someone else do it. Every time I heard footsteps in the hallway that sounded even slightly like Nikolai’s, my body tensed up and I found reasons to stay buried in my office. I could not afford another confrontation. I simply did not have the strength left for it. People really do this every single day? I thought, staring at the stack of documents on my desk. Coming to work, sitting through long meetings, making decisions that could make or break a company. It was interesting in its own way. Challenging. But right now, all I wanted was to crawl back into bed and disappear under the covers for a week. I was not lazy. I just felt so heavy. Still, I could not let Chloe’s company crash. Even if the real Chloe did not deserve the life she had built, especially after what she did to Diane, I was Chloe now. I could not just tear down her legacy. Not while I was walking around in h

June’s PovBlue and I sat in silence, the wine glasses barely touched now. Every second that passed felt heavier than the last. I kept glancing toward the hallway, my leg bouncing nervously.“Why is he taking so long?” I whispered. “Is he giving birth in there or something?”Blue let out a soft laugh, trying to lighten the mood. “Maybe he’s processing everything and needs a moment. Or maybe he’s actually throwing up from the shock.”I rubbed my temples. “Do you think I should go check on him?”“No, let’s just give him time,” she said, squeezing my shoulder. “This is a lot for anyone to take in. You dropped a whole bombshell on the man.”I nodded, but my mind would not stop racing. What if he came back angry? What if he thought I was crazy and walked out? What if he told Nikolai everything? The fear sat like a rock in my stomach.Finally, we heard footsteps. Leo came back into the living room, looking a little more composed but still visibly shaken. He sat down slowly, rubbing the back

June's PovI woke up to the soft weight of someone’s arm draped across my waist and the faint scent of Blue’s vanilla body spray mixed with last night’s exhaustion. My eyes fluttered open, and there she was—sprawled half on top of me on the wide sectional couch, her hair spilling everywhere like she’d fought sleep and lost. I didn’t move at first. I just lay there, remembering.Blue had refused to let Leo leave last night. She’d clung to him like he was the last lifeboat on a sinking ship. Eventually he’d gone, and the two of us had been too drained to even drag ourselves to the bedroom. We’d simply collapsed here, tangled together like girls who’d survived a war.Now sunlight was sneaking through the blinds, and my heart jolted when I finally checked the time on my phone.**8:07 a.m.**“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” I hissed under my breath, the word looping like a panicked mantra.Blue stirred beside me, stretching like a lazy cat. “Businesswoman. Supermodel. Your Highness,” she dr

June's PovMy heart was still hammering like a trapped bird against my ribs as I watched Nikolai’s car disappear up the ramp of the underground garage. For a split second, I’d been genuinely scared…terrified that the mask would slip, that he’d snap and do something right there in front of the security cameras. But he hadn’t. He’d driven off instead, leaving nothing but the echo of his anger and the faint scent of his cologne on my skin.A slow, shaky smile crept across my face.He likes validation, I realized. He craves people seeing him as the perfect, powerful man. That’s his weakness. As long as we were in public, I could push him, prod him, even embarrass him a little, and he wouldn’t dare lash out. Not if it risked his precious image. The knowledge felt like armor sliding into place around me.I took a deep breath, smoothed down the front of my daring crimson dress, and strutted back into the building with my head high. The moment I stepped into the main workspace, the energy shi

June’s PovI stood there frozen, hand still gripping the doorknob, staring at the elegant woman on the threshold. She had the same striking ginger hair as Blue—vibrant, impossible to miss—falling in soft layers around her shoulders. She looked far too young to be anyone’s mother. Flawless skin, sharp cheekbones, and those familiar honey-brown eyes that seemed to see straight through people. If I hadn’t known better, I would have guessed she was Blue’s older sister.“Good day, Mrs. Willow,” I said, forcing a polite smile even though my brain was scrambling. “I… wasn’t expecting you.”She tilted her head, studying me with open curiosity. “I don’t think I know you, dear. And you wouldn’t be expecting me because you don’t know me. But I know someone who stays here—Blue, my daughter. Where is she?”My stomach dropped. Oh no. Blue had never mentioned her mother coming around. Had Blue said something? Had she been hiding here longer than I realized? I opened my mouth, searching for words, bu