All Chapters of The Poor Man's Wife Swaps Souls with the Rich Man's Wife: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Damian sat in the corner of the cafe, alone. The cup of coffee before him had already gone lukewarm. He had just wrapped up a call with a client, wanting nothing more than to enjoy the remainder of his lunch in peace. The cafe wasn't a place he usually frequented, but he had been craving a change of scenery—a place that wouldn't constantly remind him of Sienna.Yet the universe clearly had other plans.His ears caught the sound of laughter. Feminine laughter. Spoiled and coy. Damian looked up, his eyes instantly locking onto two figures seated at a corner table not far from where he sat. A man in a tailored suit wearing an expensive watch. A long-haired woman in a tight dress with blood-red lips.Jeff and Ivy.Damian went rigid. He knew who Ivy was; he had seen the two of them together before. It was the very photograph he had once shown Sienna—the photo that had left Sienna completely silent, expressionless, and devoid of anger, as if she had long ceased to care.Damian lowered his h

They left the clinic with brisk steps, the doctor's prescription safely tucked into the pocket of Gwen's jacket. Hans started the motorcycle, and Gwen immediately hopped on behind him without a word. Neither dared to speak, as there was simply too much to process.Having barely ridden a few meters out of the parking lot, the motorcycle's rearview mirror caught the silhouette of a black car. Its distance was far too close to be called a coincidence. Gwen cast a quick glance back. The car's windows were heavily tinted, making it impossible to see inside, but the hair on the back of her neck stood on end."Hans.""Yeah?""That car."Hans glanced at the mirror. His face remained calm, but the grip of his hands on the handlebars tightened noticeably.Since when?"Since the clinic."There was no answer. Hans twisted the throttle deeper, sending the motorcycle surging through the streets of Parramatta. He made a sharp turn into a narrow alley, then cut back out onto the main road. Yet the bl

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

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

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