Chapter 2

I paused, with a faint hope, wanting to verify whether I really swapped bodies with that greedy old man.

Grabbing the phone, I typed a few words with trembling fingers.

"Who are you?"

I have to figure out who is occupying my body first!

The response came swiftly: "?" followed by, "Have you lost your mind?"

The style felt uncannily familiar. Enthusiastically, I typed, "What was our elementary school teacher's name?"

"Mr. Stephen, obviously," came the quick reply.

The immediate answer, combined with the fact that I had never mentioned this to Ramona and had no elementary school classmates in my contacts, plus the familiar tone, was conclusive! I was almost certain I was conversing with myself.

"Ramona's a liar. Don't fall for her sweet words!!" I typed urgently, worried my younger self might weaken and be deceived by Ramona again. "She's already married."

"?" was the reply, followed by, "You're the liar. Don't know my own girlfriend?"

My heart sank. It was too late; he must have already confronted Ramona, and she had managed to convince him otherwise.

I felt let down by myself. How could I have believed Ramona so easily? I wanted to rush over there and shake some sense into myself.

I continued typing frantically, but the other end went silent. Frustrated and calling myself a fool, an idea suddenly struck me. I hurriedly searched for Dmitri and Ramona's marriage certificate.

I captured numerous photos of the certificate from various angles, proving its authenticity beyond doubt.

Confidently, I sent the images with a characteristic "haha", thinking, "Now, with this irrefutable evidence, you'll have to believe me."

Before I could revel in my triumph, a red exclamation mark appeared on the screen.

I had been blocked. Blocked by myself.

Well, I guess I've really outdone myself this time, being both hopelessly naive and ridiculous.

Undeterred, I attempted to add him from other accounts, but none were accepted.

At this point, with my finances at risk, I didn't hesitate. I promptly booked a flight, intending to confront Ramona and knock some sense into my infatuated self.

Luckily, Dmitri had set up fingerprint payments. I reserved a first-class ticket. Heh, it's the old man's money, so why not splurge? After all the trouble he's put me through, a little compensation isn't unreasonable, right?