Andrea is miserable. Now recently married, anyone would assume that she feels the opposite. Especially with that sweet smile of hers. But no, after all of the wedding celebrations, it hadnāt occurred to her at the time that maybeā¦ she didnāt love her husband after all.
It isnāt that Carl is a bad guy or anything. No, he justā¦ doesnāt swoon her like when they first met, and he doesnāt give affection. He isnāt what she truly wants, which makes her feel bad, but she canāt ignore it.
She stood on the balcony, gazing up at the stars and asking her heart what she truly wants. Even she wasnāt fully sure. She sighed softly to herself, Carlās loud snoring echoing behind from on the plush bed. She noticed a shooting star go by, her eyes widening. Maybe she can wish something to come trueā¦ but what? She wasnāt sure. āHeart, tell meāā¦
Just then, Carlās snoring stopped in an instant. She tensed up and looked behind her at the bed, listening, almost worried that he had died or something. She walked inside the dark bedroom and studied the silhouette. āWait a minuteā¦ that isnāt Carlā, she thought to herself. She stepped closer with a confused frown, starting to wonder if sheās going crazy.
She let out an audible gasp and turned pale. Her husband had been replaced with a completely different person. āA woman?! And a hot looking one at that!ā she immediately shook off these thoughts, trying to process whatās going on. Had she been granted her deep desires, without her even intending to??