Richie Young
My fiancé had nearly tortured me to death, all because his first love kept turning him against me.
Lying in the cold, dark basement, I made a bitter wish.
If only I could switch bodies with Nolan Ralston. Then he'd finally know what he'd put me through.
When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in his luxurious bed, all sixteen feet of it.
And there was Nolan, wearing my face, staring at me in shock.
Before he could say a word, his precious first love let out a little cry and dramatically collapsed in front of him.
"I was just trying to check your injuries. Why did you push me?" she whimpered, looking utterly pitiful.
I watched Nolan's eyes widen, his indignation at being falsely accused written all over his face.
I couldn't help it. A laugh escaped me.
God, that felt good.