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Swapping Lives With My Cold Ex-Husband

Author: Rabbit

Chapter 1

Word Count: 769 | Released on: Today at 18:47

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expensive bourbon and stale cigar smoke. His cu

s mud-caked leather loafers stepped d

ff your shoes," Dara

laugh. He looked her up a

enup, Dara. You don't get to tell

intentionally clipping hers, and

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n front of him. "That

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bbed the handle of the

asped, lunging forward to steady the

into her eyes. He l

btle flick of his w

seafood soup cascaded over the edge, splashing dir

ked in a sharp

ng, a searing heat that melted into her nerve endings.

raised in mock surrender

ng of stiletto heels echoe

into the kitchen, freezin

Jacquelin shrieked, her

nst her chest, her breathing shall

u can't even hold a pot of soup without making a d

abbing a manicured finger hard

my stepson a proper meal, I will have you thrown out of

of her cheek so ha

up on the floor. She forced her muscles to relax,

ispered. "I'll clean

She turned on her heel, grabbing Keven by

aded, the submissive slump i

ned dead and

ned on the cold water, shoving her bli

shook violently, but her resolve was absolute. She bit one end of the white gauze with her teeth and used her trembling left hand to clumsily, yet tightly, wrap the fabric around the bl

her silk blouse down, com

n wiping the greasy broth off the floor, perfectly

ring engine of an Aston Ma

nd stoppe

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“For three years, Dara endured endless humiliation to be the perfect wife to billionaire Donavon Monroe. But on their third anniversary, which was also her birthday, Donavon coldly threw divorce papers on the dining table. He wanted her gone for his returning childhood sweetheart, completely ignoring the blistering burn on Dara's hand-a cruel injury intentionally caused by his brother just hours ago. When Dara tearfully reminded him how she had bled and almost died to save his life three years ago, Donavon looked at her with pure disgust. "I have zero interest in looking at the ugly scars you picked up in whatever slum you crawled out of." He accused her of fabricating a savior complex just to secure a ring, perfectly content to let his mother and brother treat her like a glorified maid. Dara's heart completely shattered. She had sacrificed her life and dignity for a ruthless capitalist who viewed her as nothing but disposable trash. With her last shred of pride, she signed the papers, ready to leave this suffocating nightmare forever. But that night, a freak lightning storm struck the estate. When Dara opened her eyes the next morning, she felt incredibly heavy and her center of gravity was completely wrong. She looked in the mirror and saw Donavon's cold, chiseled face staring back at her in absolute terror. They had swapped bodies. Now, she held the absolute power of the Monroe empire, and Donavon was finally going to experience his family's vicious abuse firsthand.”