Swapping Lives With My Cold Ex-Husband

Chapter 7

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the heavy oak door of the bedroo

lazy self down

ped out, her face still slightly flushed,

o was staring at the bedr

said, her voice flat and co

lin doesn't scream like a banshee

s chuckle. "Go downstairs and

s shoulders, trying to project his usual intimidating CEO aura,

e edge of the second-floor balcony,

ve evening gowns were thrown carelessly onto the marbl

d up and locked

e charity gala is in two days, and none of my dresses are pres

t the top of the stair

ke this. Around him, she was always soft-spo

She stomped up the sweeping staircase, her heels clicking

nails and jammed her index fing

f pure, lethal instinct through Donavo

hift. She leaned in, her brea

alynn is back. Donavon is going to throw you out like the tras

her. The words e

ad been living with for three years. This suffocating, viciou

s chest. Not because he was being ins

are in her daughter-in-law's eyes. A

n raised her hand high, aiming a vi

hand descended,

p. He snatched her descending wrist mid-air with shocking, desperate force. Th

is right hand. A sharp hiss of pain escaped his

tched squeal of pain. "Let

dropping into a terrifying, letha

r. She couldn't comprehend how this weak,

a guest room

his eyes. He saw the scen

turning red. "You crazy bitch,

s and charged down the hallwa

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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.”