Just as the intimate moment between Isabelle and Mike reached its quiet climax, the bedroom door suddenly creaked open. Jess stepped in, breathless from the traffic delay, eyes wide as she took in the scene before her. The room was dim, the air still heavy with warmth and closeness.
Isabelle quickly pulled the sheets up, cheeks flushing crimson. Mike gave a small, reassuring smile but didn’t say a word, understanding the delicate situation.
Jess’s gaze flickered between them, confusion and something deeper—hurt, maybe disgusted definitely—flashing in her eyes. Without a word, she turned and left the room, her footsteps quick but uncertain.
Later, Jess found Isabelle now fully dressed sitting alone in the living room, her posture tense, hands clenched tightly in her lap.
“Isabelle?, Jeff?” Jess said softly, closing the distance between them. “We need to talk.”
Isabelle nodded, bracing herself.
Jess’s voice trembled with a mixture of anger and sorrow. “You… you slept with your Dad. My Husband. And you’re… you. But in my body. And I’m… well, I’m you. It’s… it’s a lot to process.”
Isabelle swallowed hard, meeting Jess’s eyes. “I know. It’s complicated. I never wanted it to be like this.”
Jess ran a hand through her hair. “It feels like a betrayal, even though logically I know it’s not straightforward. I mean… it’s my body, but not my memories or feelings. And yet, it’s still… me.”
“I’m so sorry,” Isabelle whispered. “This whole situation—being stuck in your body, living your life—it’s forced me into roles I never expected. I never wanted to hurt you.”
Jess’s expression softened slightly. “I get that. I really do. But it’s confusing. I don’t know how to feel. It’s like…you cheated with My Husband despite being his Wife right now... But You're also His Son, or at Least were?”
Isabelle reached out, taking Jess’s hand gently. “I Really Don't Know Anymore Maybe we can figure it out together. Find a way to make sense of this new reality.”
Jess nodded slowly, tears welling up but her voice steadier. “Yeah. Together.”