MIHARA’S head is aching badly. She can’t feel her arms and legs, and she felt as if her whole body is wrapped tightly with something. She opened her eyes slowly and flinched with the blinding lights that welcomed her.

She groaned and tried to speak, but nothing came out in her lips. She turned away from the lights and adjusted her gaze in the light. She has to blink several times before a clear view of her surroundings appeared. And, the first thing that she saw was the face of a handsome man beside her.

Mihara gasped and looked at herself. She was wrapped in thick blanket that's why she can't moved her limbs. Mihara tried to speak, but it was as if her voice left her throat. With careful movements, she sat up and looked around the place. She was lying in a luxurious queen-size bed in a large room that could fit their office inside with excess space.

“Where am I?” Mihara asked in a throaty voice. Then, she remembered the man sleeping beside her. She looked back at him in a knotted forehead. “Oh, my gosh…”

She studied the man’s perfect facial features. With his downy hair, thick brows, chiseled nose, kissable lips, and sharp jawline, he could be mistaken for a Greek God sleeping peacefully in this luxurious bedroom.

“And why am I doing here?” Mihara crawled on the edge of the bed, but before she could lay her feet on the carpeted floor, the man spoke.

“Elise…” His sexy bedroom voice brought a tingling sensation to her skin. “Elise, you’re awake…”

Mihara’s brows furrowed. What did he call me? Her chest hammered as the man sat up straight and revealed to her his broad bare chest. His thick brows furrowed as he looked at her worriedly.

“Are you okay? How do you feel?” he moved closer to her, but Mihara scooted away. “What’s wrong?”

Mihara doesn’t know what to say. Why is this man calling her Elise? She looked at her body and hands. She was dressed in an expensive robe, and her skin looked… smoother?

“Elise?” The man looked at her worriedly.

Mihara tried to remember what happened to her, but the last thing she recalled was when she was about to get on the plane. But why she’s riding a plane? What happened to her? Why she’s in an unfamiliar bedroom with an unknown man that kept calling her a different name?

Mihara got off the bed and wandered around the spacious room with expensive furniture that she only saw in movies and dramas. Where is she? She asked as she walked back and forth until her eyes caught the large wedding picture hanged on top of the bed. Her eyes widened in surprise when she recognized the man and the woman in the picture.

“M-Mikhail…” she murmured in disbelief and clutched her trembling hands on her robe. Her hammering chest felt as if it will going to explode. “W-what is this…” She lowered her gaze to the man on the bed who was still looking at him in a knotted forehead. “Mikhail?”

“Yes, honey…” he replied worriedly. “Can’t you remember me?”

Mihara covered her face in shock and confusion. She doesn’t understand what’s happening! She looked around the room. What is she doing here? Her feet brought her in front of the mirror, and Mihara stood face to face with the woman she despised.

But, then she paused. She looked at Elise closely. Why she’s mimicking her every move? Mihara touched her face, and Elise did it too. She raised her arm, Elise raised hers also together with her.

“Oh, my gosh…” Mihara gasped as realizations dawned on her. She looked at her own reflection in the mirror, but it wasn’t her face that she saw. It’s Elise’.

“Elise…” Mikhail called her wife’s name. “Elise, are you okay?”

Mihara looked back and was caught by an unexpected view. The man was walking towards her in a completely naked state. She tried her best not to look down on his torso, but she failed. Her sinful eyes gazed down at his crotch and were welcomed by his morning wood.

“Oh, God…” Mihara gasped, not taking her eyes off his cock. “Y-you’re ready…”

“Yes…” Mikhail said and held his thick cock. “Why do you look as if it was your first time seeing it?”

Mihara looked up at his face. “Huh?” she asked baffled. But then she remembered that she’s in Elise’ body. Mihara paused. Is she trapped in the body of that monster woman?

“Elise, you don’t look you’re okay,” Mikhail told her.

“I just woke up and saw that huge thing. What do you expect me to react?” she asked, almost out of breath. “I couldn’t even think straight, my gosh! Would you mind if you cover that humungous thing first?”

Mikhail’s brows furrowed. He looked at her for seconds as if what she said is out of this world. “Are you sick?”

Mihara covered mouth. She shouldn’t be speaking like that because she’s Elise in his eyes and not Mihara! What trouble has she gotten her soul into? Did she and Elise switch souls? Is it even possible? She turned her back at Mikhail and stared at her reflection in the mirror. She was really Elise…

“I know, you looked younger than before,” Mikhail commented. He was standing behind her—and still naked.

“I feel young too,” Mihara said, trying her best not to look down on the man’s cock. Oh, my, it was hard and ready… she told herself. “C-can you please dress up?”

Mikhail’s expression darkened. “You really can’t stand to see me naked,” he muttered. “I’m not like the man you spend the night with…”

Mihara knew that Elise was talking to and not her, but she still felt hurt. It was as if the man lost his confidence because of his bitch wife. She watched Mikhail went inside the toilet. After a few moments, he went out wrapped in a royal blue robe.

For a moment, Mihara thought she was looking at a stunning sex god sauntering towards her. When their eyes met, Mihara looked away and faced the mirror again. She pretended that she’s checking if she has open pores.

“The plastic surgeon made your face perfectly,” Mikhail told her. “We barely recognized your face when you’re rescued from the plane crash.”

Mihara paused. “P-plastic surgeon?” she asked in a knotted forehead as the traumatic experience came back to her in a flash. “Plane crash...”

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