Swapping Lives With My Cold Ex-Husband

Chapter 4

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ripped the silver spoon. He scooped up a portion of th

ut the slightest disruption, though the disgust and murderous intent in his eyes deepened. The icy, fishy taste w

chest. She watched him with dead eyes. There was n

rk and threatening, silently daring h

her index finger against the

he only sound was the mechanical, forced chewing

poon scraped against the

dish away so hard it clatte

outh with brutal force. "Sign it," h

the paper and signed her elegant, looping s

o him. She picked up the trust fund

first thing tomorrow mornin

oward the grand stairca

sharp spike of irritation flared in his chest, bu

the estate wa

ge of the massive King-size

throbbed with a relentless, burning rhythm. A single tear slip

ter, the bedroom

diating the freezing

he far right edge of the bed. The physical dista

um of the central air conditioning. The tens

seafood. He clenched his jaw, forcing his breat

thing. She closed her eyes and turned h

l. A rare, violent Long Island

dows. Lightning flashed, casting harsh,

al sickness, both of them finally sl

of ball lightning struck the main tra

black. A bizarre, heavy static charge flooded the

sation of weightlessness hit her, as if her very con

on's large body jerked with a s

hing patterns slowly synchronized, r

n. The estate's backup generator k

through the gap in the heavy blackout curtains

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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.”