My Husband Cheated With My Best Friend, So I Came Back for Revenge

Russell Bryant kept his word. So when Julian Mason saw the lineup for the fieldwork project, he was baffled—Russell, Julian, Aleena Cook, and Judith Stone... no matter how he looked at it, it felt like a setup.

The soul contractor had a reason for tagging along with Julian on this trip. Holding all of Aleena's memories, she vividly recalled a pivotal event from a past life. During this same project, Julian had wandered off and gotten hurt, only to be conveniently rescued by Aya Morales. Aleena had always suspected that moment was the turning point in Julian and Aya's relationship.

Aya had once confided in Aleena that she came from a broke family, forced to drop out of school early and hustle a bunch of odd jobs. She'd often show up at tourist spots, peddling goods to visitors. Aleena, who considered Aya her best friend, never once doubted her words.

Seeing the kind of trauma Aleena had been through, the soul contractor understood exactly how deeply Julian had wounded her. Now, inhabiting Aleena's body, she carefully stitched together the girl's fragmented soul with her own spiritual energy—and made up her mind to get revenge. No mercy. Revenge had to be savage.

In the past life, Julian had messed with Aleena's emotions. This time, she'd use the same trick against him. So Aleena would walk the exact same path as her previous life, executing her plan one calculated step at a time.

Early in the morning, Aleena boarded the bus headed for the tourist area, luggage in tow. The fieldwork was basically sightseeing, snapping photos, and writing a report afterward—pure going through the motions. But the thrill of traveling together was contagious, and everyone was buzzing with excitement.

As soon as she stepped on the bus, Aleena saw that Russell had already saved her a seat. He waved her over enthusiastically. "Aleena, Judith, come sit with us! We're all in the same group, so let's stick together!"

With that, he grabbed Judith's luggage and pulled her down into the front row. The two remaining seats were for Julian and Aleena.

Judith blinked. "What?!"

Julian muttered under his breath. "..."

Aleena grinned. "Russell, you're an amazing friend—truly loyal!"

She settled in right next to Julian and even greeted him, "Up this early? Aren't you tired?"

Julian clearly wasn't in the mood to chat. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and pretended to sleep. Aleena didn't care. She just slipped on her headphones and let the music play.

"What's going on?" Judith whispered to Russell.

"Just a little... matchmaking?" Russell joked, chuckling softly.

"Are you kidding me? Cut it out! You know how Julian treats Aleena. You're basically pushing her into a fire pit! Move—I'm sitting with Aleena instead," Judith snapped, annoyed. She couldn't understand why Aleena would waste her time on such a jerk.

"How can you be so sure about Julian's attitude?" Russell countered.

"It's pretty obvious..."

"Attention, everyone! Once we reach the site, you're free to roam in groups, but safety comes first!" Their faculty adviser, Professor Bennett, cut through Judith and Russell's conversation.

The ride from the university to the site took about two hours, the bus swaying the whole way. Drowsiness settled over everyone. Aleena took off her headphones and leaned back to rest for a bit. As the bus lurched over the bumpy road, she suddenly felt a weight drop onto her shoulder. Opening her eyes, she found Julian fast asleep, leaning against her.

Aleena thought, "...So heavy."

She considered shoving him off but hesitated, letting her gaze linger on his relaxed sleeping face. Her eyes traveled from his thick lashes down to his sharp nose and slightly parted lips. Aleena swallowed hard. As a soul contractor constantly buried in work, when had she ever come across such a stunning man? This kind of beauty—even if it was just for her eyes—was a total treat!

"Go ahead, lean on me," she thought. The contractor mused, "I'm tempted by his looks... maybe I should put Aleena's revenge on the back burner... No, no. Work comes first. Beauty is fleeting!"

She studied Julian boldly. In her past life, Aleena had never dared to do that. Every time she met Julian, she'd look away, too shy to hold his gaze. Even after marriage, any sign of intimacy would send her into a nervous spiral, tiptoeing around him, terrified of messing up.

"Maybe I should take this charming devil back to the contractor's realm and keep him as eye candy," Aleena silently plotted.

Suddenly, she heard a call inside her mind. She closed her eyes, felt her body respond, and focused her energy to answer it. "Don't be afraid. Come here."

In an instant, she entered a space where a girl stood. That girl was the real Aleena Cook.

"Who are you? Did you save me?" the real Aleena asked.

"I'm a soul contractor. Your soul is too fragile to control your body, so I'm managing it while feeding your spirit with my energy," the contractor replied.

"Thank you. What's your name?" Aleena asked softly.

"My code is K. My name is Florence Carr."

"What a beautiful name, Florence..."

The voice faded away, and Florence opened her eyes. Aleena's soul was still weak, which meant Florence would have to keep running her body for a while longer.

They were nearing the tourist site. The bus bounced along the winding road when Julian stirred awake from his nap on Aleena's shoulder, staring at her with sleepy eyes. His first words only stoked Aleena's irritation: "You did that on purpose, didn't you?"

Aleena shot back, "On purpose, my foot! My arm went completely dead from your heavy head, and you drooled all over my shoulder! You owe me a new shirt!"

"I did not drool..." Julian protested weakly, a faint pink blush creeping across his pale cheeks. Aleena's rapid-fire accusations had left him completely flustered.

"Don't argue—everyone's still asleep. Now massage my shoulder," Aleena ordered.

"I don't want to!" Julian refused.

"Are you going to do it, or not?"

Under Aleena's piercing stare, Julian finally turned around and grudgingly started massaging her shoulder.