Soul Swap Protocol: A Husband's Revenge
pened her eyes and saw a cracked ceiling, peeling paint, and a pile of dirty laundry in t
bathroom mirror. A man' s face stared back at her. Ethan' s f
he room was bright, clean, and spacious. He felt a strange weight on his chest and l
then saw his-Jen's-phone on th
It was the only explanation. She frantically searched the pockets of the jeans on the f
ed to call h
otective instinct kicked in. He knew what was on that phone-the texts, the pictures, the evidence of hi
tudio, desperate. She found Ethan (as Jen) already there,
he hissed, pulling h
d in with a tablet. "Morning, Jen," she said to Ethan. "Here are the projecte
ened as he saw the number: a six-figure proj
assert her authority. "About the character
e, sir, but this is a private meeting. Jen, is your boyfri
ive director, the visionary. And now, in Ethan's
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