It would have been great if I had possessed this body on a perfectly normal day, but I ended up here on the day the owner of this body was trying to escape. A man burst in, uninvited, just when I was still trying to gather my wits. “Did you really think you could just throw a bunch of papers at me and get away with it?” A muscular, confident man with a chiseled jaw waved the divorce papers in the air as he spoke. “I don’t agree to a divorce.” Sorry, but I don’t think I agree, either. My husband is too handsome to divorce. * * * “Let’s get a divorce.” “Are you talking about divorce right now?” “Yes, divorce. I’ll take care of the paperwork as soon as things get better.” I took some steps forward, one by one, then said. “I’m pretty sure I said I don’t want a divorce anymore.” “What’s the problem with doing what you wanted?” I closed the distance with Edmund and grabbed his collar. “There are limits to what I can tolerate.” “Chloen…!” It happened in the blink of an eye. My angry lips met Edmund’s.