One car accident later, I swapped bodies with my husband's mistress. She ignored my desperate warnings, dusted herself off, and immediately accused me of being the mistress. She beat me black and blue on a TikTok livestream. She leaked intimate photos of her and my husband from her phone, forcing my face to the screen so everyone could see. Looking at me, dying on the ground, she laughed maniacally. "From now on, your husband, your wealth, and your son are all mine." What she didn't know was this: My family is on the verge of bankruptcy. My son is a violent sociopath. And my husband has a terminal illness, counting on me for a kidney transplant. Chapter 1 Crash. The violent impact knocked me out cold. When I groggily opened my eyes, a crowd had gathered around the car. I struggled to speak. "Call 911..." The voice that came out wasn't mine. It was young, high-pitched, unfamiliar. I turned my head and saw a woman slumped in the passenger seat. That woman... was me. I looked down at myself. I was wearing a pink Chanel-style suit. It was the outfit Chloe, my intern, wore today. Before I could process the horror, "Chloe" woke up in the passenger seat. She realized what happened instantly. Panic flashed in her eyes, then transformed into something sinister. She scrambled out of the car, falling dramatically onto the pavement. She smeared blood from her forehead all over her face and wailed: "This is my husband's mistress! I tried to talk sense into her, but she tried to kill me!" The crowd gasped. Disgusted whispers filled the air. Chloe looked at me, a gleam of malicious triumph in her eyes. I was stunned. I rubbed my dizzy head and looked in the rearview mirror. It was true. I was now Chloe. Chloe seemed prepared for this. She was an intern at my company, ten years younger than me, fresh out of college. We were returning from a business dinner. I had wine, so I let her drive. On the way, she kept spouting nonsense. Asking about my marriage. Showing off a ring her "boyfriend" bought her. I ignored her. Then she took a call. "Hey, Hubby," she cooed. When she put the phone down, I saw her lock screen. It was a photo of her and my husband, Richard. Intertwined fingers. Her head on his chest. Half-naked. My left eye twitched. I spoke directly. "Don't be fooled by my husband. He's not a good man." Chloe's hands shook on the steering wheel. She gave a fake smile. "Elena, what are you talking about?" I tried to warn her. I didn't want to see a young girl ruin her life. "If you don't want the office and your parents to know you're a homewrecker, break up with him now!" "Don't throw your future away for a man who doesn't belong to you." She started crying. "Elena, please! Don't fire me! I just got perm..." "I made a mistake! I didn't mean to wreck your home! Forgive me!" Then, horror struck. She let go of the steering wheel and grabbed my arm, begging. Bang! The car slammed into the guardrail, teetering over the river. Chapter 2 Now, she was playing the role of the righteous wife perfectly. She dragged me out of the driver's seat and slapped me to the ground. She grabbed my hair (her own hair, really) and announced to the crowd: "My husband is Richard Sterling! He was on the cover of Forbes! You all know him!" The crowd nodded. Everyone in Chicago knew Richard Sterling. The magazine had a photo of us, the "power couple," envied by millions. Hearing people whisper "Mrs. Sterling," Chloe couldn't hide her smirk. "This slut tried to steal my husband! I treated her like a sister at work, and this is how she repays me!" She started sobbing fake tears. I was known for being tough and professional. Seeing her make those pathetic, girlish expressions with my face made me nauseous. Incited by her, the crowd turned on me. Someone kicked me. My face hit the asphalt. "I am Elena..." I tried to say. Before I could finish, a heavy boot stomped on my mouth. Blood filled my throat. My teeth felt loose. Chloe watched with glee, adding fuel to the fire. "Look at this fox! She's crazy for my status!" Chapter 3 My vision blurred. Chloe squatted down and whispered in my ear. "Seeing my beautiful face beaten like this... I almost feel bad." "My skincare costs thousands a bottle. Richard bought it all. You old hag, you've never been loved like this, have you?" "I'll tell you later just how much he loves me." I stared at her. My crushed vocal cords could only wheeze. She grabbed the car keys, adapting to my identity with terrifying speed. I suddenly remembered the "hangover drink" she gave me after dinner. It tasted weird. She said it was a new flavor. It wasn't an accident. It was a setup. She always came into my office when Richard picked me up, flirting with him. She stared at my family photo with envy. My handsome son. My dashing husband. My company. I told her, "I'm not as happy as you think." She thought I was mocking her. Especially when I told her to rely on hard work. Seeing Richard's wealth made her jealousy burn out of control. After that, she started wearing designer bags to work. "Elena, is this style too old? My boyfriend bought it for his... mom, but gave it to me." It was a German luxury brand. Richard had just returned from a business trip to Germany. I wanted to give her a chance to leave with dignity. Instead, she took out my phone and called HR. "This is Elena. Fire Chloe immediately. Effective today." She hung up and smiled, stepping on my fingers. "Elena, your company is mine now. Giving orders feels so good." I spat blood onto her face. Enraged, she grabbed my collar and slapped me a dozen times. A TikTok streamer walked up. "Guys! It's the billionaire's wife beating a mistress! Chicago drama!" "Send a Rocket and I'll kick her! Send a Yacht and I'll strip her! The wife gave me permission!" The chat went wild. I clutched my torn clothes. Chloe kicked me in the chest. "Slut! You wanted fame? You took photos with my husband? Now you'll be famous!" She unlocked her phone (my old phone) and uploaded her secret album. Nude photos. Intimate videos. All over the internet. Yachts flew across the screen. The streamer laughed and tore my jacket open. Stripped down to my underwear, I hugged Chloe's leg, crying. "I don't know what magic you used, but won't we swap back? You'll be ruined!" She grabbed my hair, forcing my face toward the camera. She whispered, "Don't worry. We won't swap back." I shook my head. "It was a Voodoo potion. I burned our birth dates. It cost me 2 million dollars. No refunds." "And don't worry, Richard gave me the money. So he helped put you here." My heart went cold. Since I took over this failing company, Richard never gave me a dime. I almost went bankrupt last month. I needed $100k to survive. He refused. But he gave his mistress 2 million for black magic? I sniffled. I had given up on that man long ago. If Chloe was telling the truth... If we really can't swap back... Maybe this isn't a disaster. Maybe it's a fresh start. Chapter 4 Seeing my despair, Chloe feigned surprise. "Elena, didn't you know your husband loved me this much?" She grabbed my chin, digging her nails into my skin. She ripped the earring from my ear. Blood dripped down my neck. She dangled the sapphire earring in front of me. "He went to Tanzania to pick this gem for me personally. I can't let a slut like you keep it." I remembered our anniversary. Richard gave me a generic necklace from the mall. It looked cheap. He forced me to wear it, and socialites laughed at me. I laughed through the blood and tears. "If he loves you so much, why won't he divorce me?" She slammed my head into the ground. "Old hag! It's because you won't sign! He drafted the papers, but he said he couldn't just abandon his 'starter wife'!" "He's so loyal. I can't make it hard for him. Now that I'm his wife, we can finally be together legally." Her eyes were full of delusional romance. "Now, enjoy your new life in this old, ugly body. I'm confident he'll love me in yours." "As for you... I'll ruin your face so I never have to look at you again." I paused. For nine years, I wanted to leave Richard. I drafted divorce papers a hundred times. Every time, he tore them up and choked me, warning me I could never leave. He lied to Chloe. Just like he lied to me and my family. My parents forced me to marry him for investment money. After the wedding, I found out he had a child. A debt from his wild youth. I wanted a divorce. He locked me up. I lived a life of glamour on the outside, hell on the inside. I had to play the loving wife for PR. I tried to have hope. But the endless stream of women killed it. Now, someone was volunteering to jump into the fire pit for me? Please, take my place.
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