Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 759 | Released on: 22/01/2026

It was a dive on the edge of the city, the kind of

with a pocket knife. The shaggy, soft bangs that Elizabeth liked were gone. The result was brutal, u

e took a slow breath, detecting the faint, metallic, garlic-like scent

murmured. "M

een slowly poisoning the original Chris for years. Making him weak. Making him ment

r mouth to offer a refill, then closed it. There was a dark cloud hanging over h

eap burner phone. A

and Greg Valentine spotted at

rench coat, with Greg Valentine-the "White Moonlight

the residual soul of the original host, cryin

closed his eyes and visualized a steel door s

e final filing was at t

crumpled bills on the table

razzi swarmed the entrance, hungry fo

th stepped out, looking like royalty. Greg was right behi

her shoulders, a slight shift of her weight awa

was wearing a black t-shir

fying, absolute confidence. The reporters sensed it. The sea of cameras

erous. He look

ltered. She stopped on the step

he step below them, so he was looking up, yet

Chris asked. His voice carried

tive. "Chris. I know this is hard for you. But Eliz

It was a low,

id. He looked at Elizabeth. Her face was pale,

the man's personal space until he could smell th

oice dropping so only the three of them c

his eyes before he masked it with indignation.

eg hissed, trying to shove

pped his own temple.

a mock salute, and walked past

voiding her gaze, his face a mask of fury, but she h

y?" she asked,

snapped. "He's c

rs swing shut, a cold knot of

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Beyond Divorce: He Is Not The Same

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“I woke up in a bedroom that screamed old money, but the body I occupied felt sluggish and fragile. I was now Chris Olson, a man known as a pathetic failure who spent his marriage groveling at his wife's feet for a single look of approval. Elizabeth didn't even wait for me to clear my head before she threw the divorce papers on the nightstand. She stood there in her silk robe, eyes cold as ice, demanding I sign them before breakfast so she could finally go public with her "White Moonlight," Greg. "You're walking away with nothing," she snapped, her voice full of the disgust she'd harbored for years. She reminded me that my family had disowned me and that I'd be on the streets within a week without her charity. As I sat up, a metallic, garlic-like scent on my breath confirmed a terrifying truth: the Olson family hadn't just disowned me; they had been micro-dosing me with arsenic for years. They wanted me weak and mentally unstable so they could split the inheritance without a fight. The original Chris would have cried and begged for her to stay, but I just looked at her like she was a target. I realized then that my "loving" family and my "faithful" wife had been watching me die in slow motion, and neither of them had lifted a finger to stop it. I signed the papers without reading a single line and walked out with nothing but a duffel bag and a rusted sedan. I didn't need her alimony; I had already called her greatest rival, Adelia Cherry, to discuss a merger that would rock the city. "I'm not here to save this marriage," I told Elizabeth as I moved into the mansion right next door to hers. "I'm here to bury it, along with everyone who thought they could poison me and get away with it."”