A soft chime sounded in my mind, a familiar, unwelcome presence.
"Swap opportunity available. Would you like to use it now?"
The System.
It had been with me since I was a child, Emily Carter, enduring Jessica' s cruelty.
Three chances to swap bodies with another person.
I' d used one, long ago, to escape a different kind of hell.
Then another, to become Sarah Miller, leaving a dying body for this one.
This body, Sarah' s body, was also failing me.
The doctors had given me months, a year at most.
A terminal illness, hidden from Mark, hidden from everyone.
That' s why I' d hesitated to use my last swap, to take a healthy body from an unsuspecting soul.
It felt wrong, a selfish act.
But now?
Now, Mark was trying to murder me.
The System' s prompt echoed again.
"Swap opportunity available."
Before, I wanted to live out my remaining time in peace, but Mark and Jessica had shattered that.
Revenge. The thought was a bitter comfort.
Mark came home that evening, all smiles and affection.
He had papers in his hand.
"Honey, I was thinking," he began, his tone smooth, "we should update our life insurance. Just a precaution, you know."
He spread the documents on the kitchen table.
A new policy, a substantial one, with him as the sole beneficiary.
One million dollars.
My price tag.
"It' s a good idea, Mark," I said, my voice surprisingly steady. "We should be prepared."
I picked up the pen he offered.
His eyes gleamed, a flicker of triumph he couldn't quite hide.
He thought I was naive, unsuspecting.
He thought he was in control.
I signed my name, Sarah Miller, on the line.
Each letter felt like a nail in his coffin, not mine.
The System' s chime was a quiet hum in the background of my thoughts.
My terminal illness still loomed, but it wasn't a death sentence anymore.
It was a deadline.
A deadline to make them pay.
The hesitation was gone, replaced by a cold, hard resolve.
I would use the swap.
But not to save myself by taking an innocent life.
No, this last swap would be for something far more satisfying.