My Husband Panicked When We Switched Bodies

My husband Seth and I switched bodies on the night of our wedding anniversary.

When I went to the office posing as him, his colleague Jenny whispered sultrily into my ear, "Why haven't you divorced your wife yet?"

I looked at the counter on my wrist. It displayed ninety-nine points—that meant we only needed to gain one more point to switch back to our own bodies.

I smiled.

“Points have been reset to zero! Reset! Reset! Reset!”

It was the end of the workday. Frank Carter had offered to take me out for drinks when he found out about my promotion.

I accepted as I remembered how that beautifully-dressed woman had pressed up against my body in the office earlier. She did not know I had switched bodies with my husband, Seth Rothman.

Alcohol was a wonderful thing. It took only a few glasses for the world to become hazy around you.

I drank glass after glass. As I loosened the tie around my neck, Frank asked, "Why didn't you bring Jenny with you today, Seth? I thought you liked her a lot."

Frank's words made me jerk my head up to look at him. Everything around me was blurry.

That was when my phone started vibrating with messages.

They were from Seth.

I knew he was waiting for me to come home and switch bodies with him. We had agreed to do it once I came home from work, since we had managed to reach ninety-nine points today.

However, I turned off my phone.

Frank seemed to be familiar with my actions. He continued, "About your divorce…"

Oh! My husband had been cheating on me, and I was the last to find out that he wanted a divorce.

I finally could not take it. I stood up suddenly.

"Even you know about the divorce?"

"W-what's wrong, Seth?"

I grabbed Frank by the collar, my eyes red. "I’ve always treated you well when you visit us. When your mother had a relapse after her heart attack, I went to the hospital to help you with the fees just because you called me! I can’t believe even you know about the divorce!”

"You’ve had too much to drink, Seth."

"Too much to drink?! I've probably been too drunk for years!"

I snatched up a bottle and poured it all over Frank. After that, I turned and left for the nearest hotel.

After I checked in, I rubbed my face and sniffed at the strong stench of alcohol on me. I needed a shower badly.

As the water splashed down over me, my mind slowly cleared. I realized there had always been clues toward Seth cheating on me.

After we got married, I suffered a miscarriage.

My health took a turn for the worse.

Not long after that, I resigned from my job. Seth had held me in his arms, whispering sweet nothings in my ear and promising he would take care of me for the rest of my life.

He would hug me tightly every morning before he left for work.

When he was done for the day, he would queue up for two hours at my favorite bakery just to get me dessert.

On weekends, Seth would always make reservations at the best restaurants for us. We would walk under the stars after dinner as he held my hand sweetly.

There was a time when I felt like the happiest woman in the world.

I had no idea when it happened, but he started to change.

He started coming home looking impatient and refusing to give me a second glance.

On the morning of our wedding anniversary, I said, "It's our wedding anniversary today, Seth. Give me a hug before you leave for work!"

He told me he did not want to get his shirt dirty, as I still had my apron on.

I called him in the afternoon to ask about his plans for that night.

He told me that he was having a lunch meeting with Locke and I should leave that afternoon on my own to the restaurant he had previously reserved.

That afternoon, I took a taxi alone to the restaurant and waited from 6:30 PM until it was almost 8:00 PM.

When Seth rushed over, he did not even bring me flowers. He complained that I was being too troublesome and said I should have bought myself a bouquet if I saw one I liked.

That night, I curled up in bed and cried for a long time. Seth turned his back on me in disgust and soon started snoring loudly.

It felt like a huge hole had been torn in my heart and a harsh, cold wind was blowing through it.

I tossed and turned in bed before I finally got up to go to the living room. Simba sensed my horrible mood and nuzzled my hand affectionately.

Simba was a stray cat I adopted. It was because of him that Seth and I got to know each other better.

When we finally got together, we brought Simba home with us.

Simba had been by my side for the last three years.