Swapping Love

Only when I died did I learn that my husband never touched me because he was deeply in love with my best friend.

They spent their whole lives longing for each other but never getting together, remaining faithful to one another.

My best friend's husband, a professor, spent his whole life celibate, too.

Reborn, I reached for the professor's hand first. "I like you. Let's be together."

His eyes darkened. "That works out perfectly. I feel the same way."

We hit it off at once, but this time, my husband and best friend were the ones who weren't happy about it.