On the Eve of Divorce, My Husband and I Exchanged Souls

On the night when the divorce agreement was signed, my husband and I exchanged souls after having been in cold war for three years. He used my body to go through a menstrual period, and I drank with three customers at a bar for him. After the change came back, he began to clumsily learn to make breakfast, and I looked at his burnt omelette and suddenly felt that this marriage seemed to be inseparable.