Swapping Lives With My Cold Ex-Husband

Chapter 2

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f the seafood soup at the hea

hed open. Donavon Monroe walked in, bri

ossed it carelessly over the back of

d, reaching out to

t hit her nose. It was a faint trace

leather handle. The movement caused her sleeve to slip b

d to the bandage for

expression remained comple

had been sucked out of the room. The words she had practiced

ir and sat down. He loosen

ce water," he ordere

and to grip the heavy crystal pitcher, her muscles strainin

k one bite of the soup she had spent three

ering against her ribs. She waited for him

ed a pristine white handkerchief f

d out a thick manila envelope. He to

olished wood, stopping right i

d, her voice carrying a faint, barely perceptible tremor as a dark premonitio

as half-laugh, half-sneer. He

voice dropping into the flat, dead to

ft hand. She tore the flap and pul

the top of the first pag

ettlement

blood drained from her fa

bsolute shock at the man sh

elding. "The trust fund outlined in section four is more

chest physically ached. "Why on our t

uine annoyance crossing his featu

Don't try to use cheap emotional manipulation t

rn on her right hand suddenly felt like it was scor

esperately looking for a shred of the w

calculated, defensive glar

inst the table. "Sign it. My la

nuckles turned stark white, the sharp edges of

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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.”