A Marriage Rewritten

He rested a hand on the doorway, watching me with that mix of disbelief and cautious curiosity that always softened his voice.

“You’re really not upset that my wife switched bodies with you?”

“Upset?” I laughed — a warm, unexpected laugh that didn’t feel borrowed from her voice, but newly grown in my chest. “Not at all. Honestly… I’m enjoying this more than I should.”

I stepped closer, smoothing a stray lock of blonde hair behind my ear, still amazed at how naturally the gesture came.

“She’s always been stunning — you know that. When I gave her my personal trainer card, she thought I was calling her fat. But that wasn’t the point. I wanted to help polish what was already breathtaking, give her that little push to feel even better in her own skin.”

My smile tilted, half amused, half surrendered to the bizarre miracle we were living.

“And then she goes and does this… swapping bodies like it’s a weekend hobby. But there’s a bright side: now I get to prove, with my own hands, exactly how incredible she could look.”
My fingers brushed my waistline. “Or rather… how I will.”

He blinked, processing the confession that hung between us.

“The truth is, our marriage hasn’t been good for a long time,” I continued softly. “She must’ve been looking for an escape. I just didn’t realize things had gotten bad enough for her to trade her whole life for my friend from the soccer team.”

A breath passed — not quite tension, not quite relief — and then he moved closer, wearing that teasing, warm smile that always made trouble feel safe.

“Relax, silly,” he murmured. “We’ll squeeze the lemons life handed us and make something sweet out of it.”

His eyes traced the outfit I was still adjusting in unfamiliar curves.

“And it would be a crime not to enjoy it properly.”

The way he said properly sent a soft flutter through the borrowed body — the kind that wasn’t really borrowed anymore.

He reached for my hand.
“Besides… now that you’re in the role,” he whispered, “maybe you can finally satisfy that curiosity you always had… about what married life feels like.”

His thumb brushed my palm.
“With me.”