Swapping Lives With My Cold Ex-Husband

Chapter 5

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eached out to grab her p

much further th

p, knocking it over with a loud crash. Th

ng looked closer than usual. Her ce

r chin and loo

n't he

d palm with thick knuckles and faint,

reath to scream, but the sound that ripped from

ilk duvet off in

, heavily muscled male chest co

the mattress. The tall, heavy body hit the floor hard, her limbs tangling a

and lunged into the attached master bathro

up into t

e stared back at her, his eyes wide

her cheek. The man in the mi

The deep bass of her voice b

bedroom, the deep male sc

ttempted to execute a tactical kip-up to sp

losive muscle mass he expected. His c

and he pitched forward, face-pla

feminine gasp

to touch his throat. His Adam's apple wa

ench lace nightgown. He saw the soft cur

rol of a former elite mercenary

balance completely off, and

he bathroom

and Dara (in Donavon's

three feet of marble floor. The a

s high, breathless, and shaking with

frame towering over him. "That's wha

vely trying to grab her by the co

shorter now. His hands

avoid the attack. Her heavy heel cau

lass bottles of cologne and serum shatter

ing around like a clumsy idiot trying to avoid glass

her. The woman's eyes were red and watering-a physiological reaction

. The horrifying reality

tion. They were trapped

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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.”