Part 3The Mistress Swapped Bodies With Me

My vision blurred. Chloe squatted down and whispered in my ear.

"Seeing my beautiful face beaten like this... I almost feel bad."

"My skincare costs thousands a bottle. Richard bought it all. You old hag, you've never been loved like this, have you?"

"I'll tell you later just how much he loves me."

I stared at her. My crushed vocal cords could only wheeze.

She grabbed the car keys, adapting to my identity with terrifying speed.

I suddenly remembered the "hangover drink" she gave me after dinner.

It tasted weird. She said it was a new flavor.

It wasn't an accident. It was a setup.

She always came into my office when Richard picked me up, flirting with him.

She stared at my family photo with envy.

My handsome son. My dashing husband. My company.

I told her, "I'm not as happy as you think."

She thought I was mocking her.

Especially when I told her to rely on hard work.

Seeing Richard's wealth made her jealousy burn out of control.

After that, she started wearing designer bags to work.

"Elena, is this style too old? My boyfriend bought it for his... mom, but gave it to me."

It was a German luxury brand.

Richard had just returned from a business trip to Germany.

I wanted to give her a chance to leave with dignity.

Instead, she took out my phone and called HR.

"This is Elena. Fire Chloe immediately. Effective today."

She hung up and smiled, stepping on my fingers.

"Elena, your company is mine now. Giving orders feels so good."

I spat blood onto her face.

Enraged, she grabbed my collar and slapped me a dozen times.

A TikTok streamer walked up.

"Guys! It's the billionaire's wife beating a mistress! Chicago drama!"

"Send a Rocket and I'll kick her! Send a Yacht and I'll strip her! The wife gave me permission!"

The chat went wild.

I clutched my torn clothes. Chloe kicked me in the chest.

"Slut! You wanted fame? You took photos with my husband? Now you'll be famous!"

She unlocked her phone (my old phone) and uploaded her secret album.

Nude photos. Intimate videos. All over the internet.

Yachts flew across the screen. The streamer laughed and tore my jacket open.

Stripped down to my underwear, I hugged Chloe's leg, crying.

"I don't know what magic you used, but won't we swap back? You'll be ruined!"

She grabbed my hair, forcing my face toward the camera.

She whispered, "Don't worry. We won't swap back."

I shook my head.

"It was a Voodoo potion. I burned our birth dates. It cost me 2 million dollars. No refunds."

"And don't worry, Richard gave me the money. So he helped put you here."

My heart went cold.

Since I took over this failing company, Richard never gave me a dime.

I almost went bankrupt last month. I needed $100k to survive. He refused.

But he gave his mistress 2 million for black magic?

I sniffled. I had given up on that man long ago.

If Chloe was telling the truth...

If we really can't swap back...

Maybe this isn't a disaster. Maybe it's a fresh start.