Swapping Lives With My Cold Ex-Husband

Chapter 8

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ling his right arm back to throw a wild

life as Coyote, he had dodged bullets and fought train

gainst his cheek. Donavon panicked, dropping his center of gravity purely by accident, stumbling awkwardly under the punch. In a frantic, adrenaline-fueled scramble, he grabbed Keven's e

p echoed throu

m. His knees buckled, and he slammed

nst the back of Keven's neck. If he applied one mor

, screaming hysterically. "Help! Som

oor of the master

aring Donavon's black silk robe, her broad sh

d down at

m, grabbing the hem of his robe. "Donavon! Look

st the railing, and then at Donavon, whose

er mouth, letting the deep, authoritative r

oug

like a physical weight. The

s eyes and gave a microscopic shake of

away like a piece of garbage. Keven crumpled to t

th malicious triumph. "Throw her out, Donavon. C

down at Jacquelin with a gaze

rcus in my house," Dara said,

quelin. "As of this moment, your tw

ed. The color drained

impering on the floor. "And your trust fun

!" Keven yelled, h

on Monroe! I am your mother! Have you lost your mind? Yo

tance. She leaned down, her physical presen

finances?" Dara asked softly, th

by the murderous look in her son'

t of the house, the heavy front

bat boots marching onto the marble

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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.”