The day my wife, Jen, ghosted me was the day of my nephew's baptism. I was supposed to be in San Diego, but instead, I was in Austin, staring at my phone, a cold dread creeping into my gut. A notification popped up: an Instagram story from Jen showing her hand intertwined with a man' s, captioned, "Finally picking up where we left off. This time, I'm not letting go." My custom 8-bit heart wedding ring, symbolizing everything we built, was gone from her finger. It was Ethan Lester, her high school sweetheart, the washed-up football star now selling cars. My furious comment on her post vanished, then her call came, her voice filled with a fury I didn't recognize. "You're so toxic, Andrew!" she yelled. "You need to apologize. Not to me. To Ethan. He's my true love, and you've been nothing but a placeholder!" Four years, my love, my work, reduced to a placeholder. Later that night, the 'true love' showed up at my house, boasting about my wife being 'always his,' a smug parasite preying on her because he smelled our company's money. He lunged at me with a pathetic punch, which I easily countered, pinning him face-down on my lawn. Suddenly, a holographic interface shimmered before my eyes, revealing Ethan' s terrifying debt: maxed-out credit cards, delinquent auto loans, gambling debts, and an eviction notice. He wasn't just a parasite; he was desperate, drowning, and our company was his life raft. Then, a new glow appeared: "Designated Soul Swap Protocol Activated. Targets: Jennifer Hewitt, Ethan Lester. One-Time Opportunity. Execute? Y/N." A cold, sharp clarity cut through my rage. This wasn't just a system; it was a solution, a way to show Jen exactly what her "true love" was made of, and I mentally selected 'Y.'
The day my wife, Jen, ghosted me was the day of my nephew's baptism.
I was supposed to be in San Diego, but instead, I was in Austin, staring at my phone, a cold dread creeping into my gut.
A notification popped up: an Instagram story from Jen showing her hand intertwined with a man' s, captioned, "Finally picking up where we left off. This time, I'm not letting go."
My custom 8-bit heart wedding ring, symbolizing everything we built, was gone from her finger.
It was Ethan Lester, her high school sweetheart, the washed-up football star now selling cars.
My furious comment on her post vanished, then her call came, her voice filled with a fury I didn't recognize.
"You're so toxic, Andrew!" she yelled. "You need to apologize. Not to me. To Ethan. He's my true love, and you've been nothing but a placeholder!"
Four years, my love, my work, reduced to a placeholder.
Later that night, the 'true love' showed up at my house, boasting about my wife being 'always his,' a smug parasite preying on her because he smelled our company's money.
He lunged at me with a pathetic punch, which I easily countered, pinning him face-down on my lawn.
Suddenly, a holographic interface shimmered before my eyes, revealing Ethan' s terrifying debt: maxed-out credit cards, delinquent auto loans, gambling debts, and an eviction notice.
He wasn't just a parasite; he was desperate, drowning, and our company was his life raft.
Then, a new glow appeared: "Designated Soul Swap Protocol Activated. Targets: Jennifer Hewitt, Ethan Lester. One-Time Opportunity. Execute? Y/N."
A cold, sharp clarity cut through my rage. This wasn't just a system; it was a solution, a way to show Jen exactly what her "true love" was made of, and I mentally selected 'Y.'
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