Kendall's wedding day had arrived, and despite their breakup, she couldn't shake her feelings for Alex.
Inviting him felt like a gamble, but she had to know if he would show up.
He did, albeit slightly tipsy, taking a discreet seat at the back as he watched her in a swirl of white lace and love.
As he stared, the thought flickered through his mind: that could be me up there, reciting vows and pledging forever.
After the wedding feast, Alex stumbled into the gardens, the world around him blurring as he drifted into unconsciousness.
A strange sensation washed over him, as if someone was delving into his memories, twisting the very fabric of reality around him.
When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself sprawled on a plush bed, feeling vulnerable yet exhilarated—naked and alive in a way he'd never experienced.
In the bathroom doorway stood a stunning figure, radiating confidence and beauty—himself, but different.
The man in the doorway was unmistakably Kendall, yet here he was, looking back at himself with undeniable charm, a playful smile dancing on his lips, promising adventure.
"It's time to concentrate on our marriage, Kendall," he purred, "it's time to become my wife in more than just words."
In that electrifying moment, clarity struck him like a lightning bolt. He realised he was now in Kendall's body in a world where they had embraced love from a different angle.
Here, they had turned their lives upside down, falling deeply in love, getting married, and now he was about to embark on an extraordinary journey ahead—one that would lead him to motherhood and a future filled with joyous chaos.
With a grin, he looked at the mesmerising figure in the doorway, spreading his legs in a daring invitation.
If this was the life he was stepping into, he would savour every thrilling moment of it.
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