Soul Swap Protocol: A Husband's Revenge

The day my wife, Jen, ghosted me was the day of my nephew's baptism.

I was supposed to be in San Diego, but instead, I was in Austin, staring at my phone, a cold dread creeping into my gut.

A notification popped up: an Instagram story from Jen showing her hand intertwined with a man' s, captioned, "Finally picking up where we left off. This time, I'm not letting go."

My custom 8-bit heart wedding ring, symbolizing everything we built, was gone from her finger.

It was Ethan Lester, her high school sweetheart, the washed-up football star now selling cars.