My Husband and I Exchanged Bodies Before Divorce

I supported my husband, Rhett Mason, until he finished his PhD program. But on the day he graduated, I received a court summons. He was suing me for "fraudulent marriage."

He claimed that I had concealed a rare hereditary disease in my family history.

My best friend, Emeline Graham, was a somewhat renowned lawyer. She offered to defend me for free. However, she "accidentally" presented the wrong crucial medical records in court.

So I lost the case. She hugged me tightly and said with sobs, "I'm sorry. It was all my fault. I'll help you appeal to the very end."

Rhett wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said to the judge, "I am willing to forgo all assets. I just want to dissolve this malformed relationship as soon as possible."

I was divorced with nothing. When I went to the law firm to see Emeline, I only overheard their conversation outside the door.

"Dr. Mason, it's all thanks to your girlfriend. Otherwise, getting rid of that country girl wouldn't have been easy for you this time. You divorced her without giving her anything. This case was handled perfectly."

Rhett said, "What do you know? If I have to give her some assets, how would I have money to pay you the lawyer's fee? We just have enough money to pay our son's educational fee when he goes to school abroad. That fake medical record had to look real enough. Otherwise, how would she believe it and never dare to get married and give birth to children again for the rest of her life?"

...

In the courtroom, the cold air from the air conditioner made my bones ache.

I looked at Rhett, who was sitting at the plaintiff's table in his new doctoral gown, a ceremonial robe worn at graduation. So he must have come straight from his graduation ceremony.

I had spent my three months' salary to have that gown custom-made for him, but it was like a cruel reminder of my sacrifices at that moment.

The judge's voice echoed in the empty courtroom, and each word was like a cold hammer.

"The plaintiff, Rhett Mason, has filed a lawsuit against the defendant, Kristy Wright, on the grounds of marriage fraud due to concealment of hereditary family medical history, seeking to nullify the marriage.

My mind went blank.

Did I have a family medical history?

I was twenty-eight years old, but I didn't know I had any family medical history at all.

I looked at Rhett, but he never glanced at me. His handsome profile was as cold as stone.

For seven years, I had stood by him as he rose from a penniless student to the highly acclaimed Ph.D. he was now.

I had thought we had finally overcome the worst.

But he brought me a summons.

"Kristy, don't be afraid." My best friend, Emeline, held my hand tightly. She was my defense lawyer. "With me here, you will be fine."

The determination in her eyes gave me some strength.