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We had struggled through thick and thin, and just this year, our company had finally started to hit its stride, with revenues crossing the 10-million mark. What a "true love" she had—coming back only when our company became successful! Just as I was thinking this, the screen flickered again, revealing two new lines of text. [The soul-swap system has been activated. You may designate two individuals to swap souls. [Available subjects: Declan, Camilla. Do you wish to swap their souls? Yes. No.] I couldn't wait to see what would happen once the "dream girl" got a taste of Declan's life—his body, his wealth. I'd love to see if she still believed in "true love" then.

I suddenly remember the weird energy and movements she’s doing in that world. I look at my cousin. He sighs and grants my wish. The curtains slowly moved, and everyone saw the supportive woman hiding behind them. "Wohoo! That’s my husband!" she screams. Everyone stops waving their light stick and my wife stops as well. She realizes that the music paused a bit and everyone heard her. She’s about to run away when I speak. "Meet my wife, everyone. My very supportive and beautiful wife," I remarked. George stops Raine from living on stage.

She didn’t look back as she walked down the driveway, each step taking her further from the life she’d known. Her heart felt heavy, a painful ache echoing with every step, as if it knew what she was leaving behind could never be replaced. The morning after Sarah left the Miller farm, the headlines hit every major newspaper and news site across the country. As the story spread, it gained momentum, the intrigue of a wealthy family’s secret switch too salacious for the public to ignore. Soon, the news was everywhere, covered in bold, sensational headlines. Heiress Swap Shocks Society: The Caldwell Family Drama Unfolds.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

"Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change." She didn't snap. She laughed, turning to the crowd. "Sorry you all had to see this. He's my husband's old benefactor—did him a favor once. Out of gratitude, I've been covering his food and clothes. Guess it wasn't enough. Now he's here trying to wreck our family." Just like that, she flipped everything—swapped me with Danny and made me the pathetic leech. I pressed my tongue to my burning cheek and walked straight at her, face cold.

I can see with blurry vision, a man on the stage waiting for me . He is my husband whom I never met before …..who made a deal with this marriage . Though I don't know what's going on …. Why does he want to marry me in exchange for my mother's treatment? You guys must be thinking what's going on …. Let me introduce myself again …. I am Jade Petrikas and this is the second part of my life. …… A part I was never aware of taking place …. I closed my eyes taking a deep breath as the man didn't even hand courtesy to extend his hand for me .

My husband and his parents were terrified I'd push myself too hard, so they booked me into a luxury recovery suite with a living area, study, nursery, and private bedrooms. My sister Zoey had just gotten back from the UK last month. She'd even asked me to help her find a job. The tone. The wording. It sounded exactly like my mom. 'No way... It can't be...' My lips went dry. My heart slammed against my ribs. I opened the photo she sent. Bruce Brighton was holding a woman in his arms. Way too close. It took me three seconds to realize it was fake. The woman had six fingers. Under the photo was a voice message.

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd. Jerome waved a hand, and the entire room fell silent. "Mr. Jerome, you're not seriously marrying this woman, are you?" I looked up at the voice. My gaze landed on the petite woman leaning against him. Jerome didn't answer. Instead, he squeezed her waist, making her let out a coquettish squeal. The two of them flirted as if I didn't exist. I sneered and fixed my gaze on Jerome, telling him my real intention. "How about a deal, Jerome?"

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."