Chapter 6
When Wyatt heard his mother had died, he cried for a while.
Then the first question he asked me was whether she had left any final arrangements. Whether there was a will. How the inheritance would be divided.
I shook my head.
“Nothing. Are you talking about the old countryside house?”
He looked completely disoriented and sank onto the sofa.
After a long silence, he looked up at me and said awkwardly, “If… if we never switch back, and I have to live as you forever… you won’t despise me, right? You won’t abandon me?”
He coughed and added bitterly, “I don’t have anything left now.”
I lifted my eyes and smiled.
“So if you stay home, take care of the child, handle all the housework, have no income, and no assets, and then I look down on you and abandon you… what would that make me?”
I enunciated every word.
“Less than human. Worse than an animal.”
His face darkened immediately.
I didn’t care.
At that point, I had already traced almost all of Wyatt’s hidden assets—millions in private savings. I used every last bit of it to buy investment products and insurance plans with Lily as the sole beneficiary, all of them locked until her twentieth birthday.
Wyatt was right about one thing.
He truly had nothing left.
But one problem still remained.
The house we currently lived in was my premarital property. It still legally belonged to me, but right now Wyatt was inside my body.
That would be difficult to untangle unless we switched back.
Still, after handling Brenda’s estate, I transferred the Bluewater Gardens house to Lily too.
When that was done, I took Lily out for a delicious meal.
There was still one house left to reclaim, but for the first time in a long time, I felt lighter.
Lily sat across from me like a tiny adult, lifted her juice cup, and clinked it against mine.
“Cheers, Mommy.”
I laughed. “What are we celebrating?”
She leaned in and whispered, “My wish came true. Mommy finally got happy again.”
My throat tightened.
“Your wish was for Mommy to be happy?”
She nodded, then shook her head.
“Not just that.”
She scooted closer and whispered in my ear, “That day when you and Daddy were fighting, you said if you and Daddy could switch places, Daddy would know how hard everything is and Mommy would be happy again. So before bed, I asked a granny in my dream to switch you two. She said yes.”
I stared at her.
Then she continued, very seriously, “The next morning, when Daddy hugged me, I knew it was you inside.”
Logic told me not to believe a child’s fantasy.
Reality reminded me that I had literally swapped bodies with my husband.
I held Lily tightly and asked, “Sweetheart, tonight before bed, can you ask that granny if Mommy and Daddy can switch back?”
She nodded solemnly.
“I’ll try.”
That night, I barely slept.
The truth was, Wyatt’s financial crimes were still a ticking time bomb. And as long as he remained in my body, I couldn’t fully protect my premarital assets either.
Those two problems had no clean solution.
But Lily’s words gave me a sliver of hope.
That same night, Wyatt also didn’t sleep. He sat in the bathroom with his phone until after midnight. Around one in the morning, he suddenly said he had something to take care of, threw on a jacket, and rushed out.
The next morning, when I woke Lily for breakfast, she blinked up at me and said sleepily, “Mommy, granny said seven days later, when there’s a big storm, you and Daddy will switch back.”
I paused.
Then disappointment crept in.
The forecast all week was clear.
There was no storm coming.
Maybe it really was just a child’s dream after all.
Still, I double-checked all the legal protections I’d put in place. Both houses in Lily’s name were restricted from sale before she turned twenty, and the investment products couldn’t be liquidated until then either.
If Wyatt and I never switched back, and if his crimes eventually surfaced while he was still in my body, at least Lily would be safe.
That thought had barely settled when my phone rang.
It was the police station.
They informed me that the previous night, Wyatt had gone to Molly’s house, pounded on the door, smashed property, and insisted wildly that he was her real husband. Molly had called the police and had him detained.
When I arrived at the station, Molly was standing there cursing Wyatt—my face—as if she wanted to rip it apart.
“You old psycho! My man dumped you and now you’re stalking people everywhere! I gave him a son! What did you ever give him? A useless daughter!”
I stood quietly at the side and watched Molly hurl abuse at the person she thought was me.
Wyatt screamed back, “You’re crazy! I’m your husband! Are you blind?”
I couldn’t help it.
I laughed.
The second he heard me, Wyatt’s face drained of blood. He turned and looked at me in horror.
“Honey… why are you here?”
Molly frowned. “Who are you calling honey, you pathetic lunatic? That’s my husband.”
Then she turned proudly to the police. “I was the one who gave you her number. I wanted you to see how insane she is. So from now on, every time he thinks of her, he’ll be disgusted.”
I looked at Wyatt and smiled.
Then I said quietly, “She’s bullying you like this. Do you want me to help you get revenge?”
He started sweating instantly.
I turned to the police officer.
“Officer, I want to report illegal occupancy. This woman has no legal relationship with me, yet she is living in a house under my name. That is unlawful possession of my property.”
Molly shrieked.
“What did you just say?”
Wyatt yelled, “No! Then where is Kieran supposed to live?”
I looked at him with exaggerated thoughtfulness.
“At Bluewater Gardens, maybe? Oh, wait. No. That property has already been transferred to Lily too. So it’s not yours anymore either.”
I tilted my head.
“Looks like your mistress is about to be homeless.”
Wyatt’s face went ashen.
His whole body shook.
“When did you know?” he whispered.
“From the first day we swapped,” I answered with a smile.
Molly screamed. Wyatt lunged at me.
I didn’t even bother dodging at first.
After all, it wasn’t my body he was hitting.
But he lost his mind so thoroughly that he even shoved a police officer in the process, and they immediately pinned him down and detained him for assault and disorderly conduct.
As they dragged him away, he looked at me in utter despair.
“Please! Spare Kieran! Don’t let an innocent child be homeless!”
I lowered my eyes and laughed softly.
“When you were planning for me and Lily to die, did you spare Lily even once?”
He had no answer.
So I had mine.
After Wyatt was taken away, I hired people to evict Molly and her son from the house immediately.
She cried and demanded, “What about all those promises you made me? Were they all fake?”
I bent down, looked her in the eye, and said coldly, “I was willing to move against my legal wife. What exactly made you think I’d value you?”
The men I hired were all arranged through Uncle Wen—big, intimidating professionals. Molly didn’t dare create too much of a scene.
I had her and her son thrown out.
Before leaving, she glared at me and hissed, “Just wait, Wyatt. I’ll blow everything up.”
I didn’t even bother looking up from my phone.
That was when I saw the weather alert.
Severe thunderstorm warning. Unexpected heavy rain expected across the city in seven days.
Tears sprang to my eyes.
Lily had been right.
We really could switch back.
I waved lazily at Molly. “Go ahead and make a scene. Make it huge.”
She stomped off in rage.
And she did exactly what I hoped she would.