In the second year of our marriage, my husband cheated on me with his first love and even had the audacity to ask me to step aside.

So, I activated the system and made the two lovebirds swap bodies.

Now, I couldn't wait to see if the husband burdened with a massive debt in place of his dream girl, and the dream girl waking up to a fortune overnight, could still maintain the “unbreakable love” they claimed to have.

The night of my mother's birthday, we had planned to celebrate together, but my husband disappeared.

I couldn't reach him by phone, so I called his office. His assistant told me he had left early that afternoon.

Just when I was wondering if something urgent had come up, his social media feed updated with a post.

[Late but well worth the wait. I've been waiting for this moment for so long. From now on, I'll never let go.]

The photo showed my husband, Declan Specter, holding a woman's hand—clearly female, though I didn't recognize her.

What caught my eye, however, was the bare finger on his left hand. It was missing the wedding ring I had so carefully chosen for him.

On our wedding day, as I placed that ring on his finger, he had promised me he would wear it forever.

What a joke! It had only been two years, and his "forever" had ended already.

Clenching my teeth, I left a comment on his post.

[I thought you were dead when I couldn't get ahold of you. Turns out you're still alive. You can post on social media but can't pick up the phone?

[Is this your new girlfriend? Why haven't you introduced her to me? Is she too ugly to be seen in public?]

The comment was deleted almost immediately after I hit the send button.

Moments later, Declan's call came through.

His voice was deep and gloomy, filled with accusation. "Louisa, can't you be more straightforward? Why are you badmouthing her behind her back? Apologize to her right now! I won't allow you to slander her like this!"

Hearing his familiar voice and his ridiculous words, the anger inside me exploded.

"You want me to be straightforward? I can't compare to you, a married man, boasting about his new girlfriend all over social media!

"We've been married for two years, and you cheated on me! And to tell the world about it!

"What's wrong? Do you have cancer? Are you dying? If you're really dying, please, divorce me first. I don't want to have to scatter the ashes of someone like you!

"How dare you accuse me of slandering her! As if she's a saint. There's nothing I can say that counts as slandering when she's trash!"

I could hear him gasp, clearly not expecting me to hit back with such blunt force.

"Camilla and I are together; there's nothing to hide! What's wrong with us announcing it? And you? You don't have the right to say anything! Camilla is my true love. Marrying you was a mistake from the start!"

Declan's voice rose, and I heard another voice in the background, fake and overly sweet.

"If your wife is upset, maybe we shouldn't be together. I-I'm fine with whatever..."

"No, I won't back down. You're the woman I love, and I won't let you suffer!"

I couldn't listen any longer and hung up the phone, my stomach churning.

That night, I still had dinner with my mother. It wasn't a lively birthday, but I tried to make it pleasant.

On the way home, I was stopped by a strange woman in front of our apartment building.

She looked me up and down and suddenly let out a laugh.

"You do resemble me a bit. No wonder Declan married you. Though, you're the low-budget version, always the backup. It's normal for him to abandon you."

Even though she didn't introduce herself, I knew exactly who she was by the venomous words coming out of her mouth.

I shot her the same look from head to toe, holding my nose as I stepped back.

"Lady, please, stay away. Even if you bathe in perfume, you can't hide your old-lady stench. What can you possibly compare to me? I used to be confident in my looks, but now that you say I look like you, I feel like tearing this face off."

Before I could even finish my retort, the woman who had been standing there with her arms crossed, calm and composed, suddenly lunged at me, claws out.

I sidestepped quickly and, with one smooth motion, kicked her square in the backside, sending her flying to the ground.

"Madam, your talent lies in chasing men. Don't overestimate yourself, and please, don't embarrass yourself further."

She fell to the ground, scrambling to get back up. She seemed ready to strike again, but after glaring at me for a moment, she suddenly started laughing.

"Well, I guess there's no point in arguing with someone like you, who can't even keep her own husband," she sneered. "If you know you can't compete with me, you should step aside and know your place. The person who isn't loved is considered the third wheel!"

I smiled faintly.

"The more someone lacks something, the more they flaunt it. You stressing that you're not a third wheel really proves that point." I shot her a sharp look. "Are you really that sensitive about being the mistress? You've already done something so disgraceful, and yet you feel ashamed about it?"

Her sarcasm didn't affect me. Instead, my words hit her hard, and I could see her face flush with anger.

"I'm not a mistress!" she snapped. "We're together because we love each other! You're the one who's messing things up—you're the third wheel here!"

I gave her a disdainful smile and was about to deliver another sharp remark when, unexpectedly, a glowing screen appeared before me.

The screen flickered, and rows of words appeared.

[Camilla Woods, 29 years old, divorced, no children. She was Declan's first girlfriend, who later broke up with him because of his financial struggles. Her previous husband was a well-known entrepreneur from a neighboring city. They lived together for five years. After the company collapsed and her husband went bankrupt, Camilla divorced him and was left with debts.]

I quickly scanned the details on the screen, still unsure of what to make of it, before looking at her with a skeptical glance.

"Camilla? Just divorced and bankrupt last year? You really came back for Declan just because you love him?"

I fired off a series of questions. The woman, who had been seething with rage only a moment ago, suddenly shifted into a cold, controlled silence.

She glared at me, gritted her teeth, and venomously spat, "Declan's right. You're a filthy piece of work for sneaking around and investigating me. But so what? Declan and I love each other, and nothing you do can change that!"

With that, she turned and walked off quickly.

I glanced at the glowing screen again, then at her retreating figure. I knew then: The screen was something only I could see, and everything on it was true.

Her claims of mutual love were complete nonsense. She wasn't after Declan; she was just interested in the company he and I had built together.

For the past four years—two years dating and two married—Declan and I had been building our business. We had struggled through thick and thin, and just this year, our company had finally started to hit its stride, with revenues crossing the 10-million mark.

What a "true love" she had—coming back only when our company became successful!

Just as I was thinking this, the screen flickered again, revealing two new lines of text.

[The soul-swap system has been activated. You may designate two individuals to swap souls.

[Available subjects: Declan, Camilla. Do you wish to swap their souls? Yes. No.]

I couldn't wait to see what would happen once the "dream girl" got a taste of Declan's life—his body, his wealth. I'd love to see if she still believed in "true love" then.

After confirming the swap, the system activated it the next day, with the screen showing real-time footage of the soul swap taking place.

When they both woke up in each other's bodies on the large hotel bed, they were both shocked.

Declan, now in Camilla's body, slapped himself hard, trying to snap out of it.

"How could I have such a weird dream? Wake up!" he muttered, but it was no use.

A slap rang out loudly, leaving a red mark on his cheek.

Camilla, still stunned in Declan's body, frowned upon seeing this.

"Are you insane? Why are you hitting me?"

She stepped forward, slapping Declan in return. But once she did, she realized her mistake and quickly tried to slap herself.

Declan, now with both cheeks swelling, grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Stop... don't hit me again. This isn't a dream. It's real. Our bodies have really swapped."

Camilla, still skeptical, pinched herself in her new body. The pain made her yelp, confirming it was real.

"Wh-what is going on? How did this happen?"

While Camilla was panicking, Declan seemed more composed, muttering to himself, "We only just got together, and she found out about us... Now this? She must be behind it!"

With that, Declan grabbed his phone off the nightstand, about to make a call.

Before he could, Camilla snatched the phone from him and handed him the one that had originally belonged to her.

"Use your own phone. Mine doesn't have her contact info," she said nonchalantly, holding her phone to herself as she sat on the couch.

Declan gave her a suspicious look before dialing my number.