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He always had. “ She is my wife !” Bryan said quietly. “ But he had her first …You guys are no longer married, she handed over the divorce papers “ Gracie folded her arms. “And you lost her first too.” Amara, who had been standing near the window all this while, finally spoke. “He’s right about one thing,” she said. “If the story is not clean, it will turn against him. The public won’t welcome a man who faked his death without a good reason.”

The bracelet Thomas gifted me had been cursed to swap fates as well. Both my exam results and my health had been swapped with Adelia's. When I woke up again, I was back to the day when I checked my exam results. I stared at Mom and Thomas, who pretended to be nice. I acted as if nothing was wrong, accepting the water and bracelet with a smile. Then, I left and gave the items to Jeremy, the school bully. Jeremy had terrible grades and AIDS to boot. Since they wanted to swap lives, I'd make sure they got what was coming for them.

She struggled to get up, her eyes staring venomously at the car that was already out of sight. … Jason started asking around for me after his return, but no one knew of my whereabouts. As usual, he scrolled through his phone, trying to find the faintest trace of me online. Suddenly, a livestream notification popped up, and his eyes flew wide open. … Everything felt unreal as I watched the crowd bustle around, engaged in conversations and clinking glasses. Ever since Frank first brought me back to the Lawrent residence, Cassandra had repeatedly invited me back. With her strong support pushing us closer, what was initially an act turned into reality—we ended up becoming a real couple.

I signed where indicated. And then it was done. I stood on the steps of the Ministry of Marriage in a dress I had chosen myself, holding a certificate with both our names on it, trying to locate the feeling I was supposed to have in this moment. I'm married. I am Mrs. Hills. I am married to the richest, most aggravating, most complicated man in this city, and I did it for my mother's debt and to cover up two one-night stands, and this is my life now.

“Gwen! You can’t do this to me! I’m your fiancé!” I crossed my arms, watching him with a faint smirk. “Not anymore.” “You… you’re trying to drive me to my death!” he shouted, his face contorted with rage. I scoffed. “I’m not driving you anywhere. You’re the one who dug your own grave.” From the envy of everyone as the supposed “son-in-law of a real estate mogul,” Asher plummeted to nothing more than a penniless nobody. As for Sophia, without Asher to fund her lifestyle, she returned to her previous job as a real estate saleswoman.

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

"No, Your Majesty, I am telling the truth. I was your maid twenty years ago, when you gave birth to your first child. But the one of the twins were stillborn. He did not survive the delivery. I was heartbroken for you and your husband. I wanted to spare you the pain of losing your child. So I did something terrible. I swapped your baby with another one. A baby that was born in the same night, in the same castle. A baby that belonged to me." Alexander turned to the old maid and glared at her, “Stop mother. Stop trying to play the victim here. You know that’s not the reason you exchanged me from birth. The old maid spoke again, her voice soft and sorrowful. "Alex, I am sorry for what I have do

Geralda looked at me intensely. I nodded, according to what I had seen during my journey to the past dimension, my biological mother and father had intended to swap me with Alpha Felix and Luna Yelena's real daughter. "The baby swap has happened," Nicholas murmured, and I could hear him. "Rachel is being looked after by my birth mom and dad?" Geralda nodded. She snapped her fingers when my answer was correct. "Right." I took a deep breath. I continued what had been going through my mind.