Swapping Brides on My Cheating CEO

As I was stepping out of the apartment with my belongings, the neighbor suddenly stopped me in the hallway.

He furrowed his brows and asked, "Could you guys keep it down at night?"

I froze, bewildered. "What do you mean?"

"The walls here are paper-thin. I hear you screaming every single night, and it's seriously loud. I'm a healthy, single guy—it's pure torture."

As he spoke, he pointed toward the door right behind me.

That was the starter apartment my fiancé and I used to share.

Except I hadn't set foot in this place for over a year.