All Chapters of The Borrowed Wife: Trapped In My Sister's Skin : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“I'm so jealous right now. Congrats big sis,” the comment on the screen read.“Is that not your name? Don't tell me you don't know when you dropped that comment under our sister’s post.”I remembered. Of course, I should.How can I forget the hollow in my chest when I woke up to rejections on my recent manuscripts, reviews my completed books that said I should quit, and Elizabeth’s celebratory post about the book in contention.Her readers were ecstatic. Her fans couldn't wait for her next book project, but the fantasy novel was an idea I had written down in my diary before I was shipped to a mental facility. Someone among her fans had gone as far as comparing she and I in a heartfelt congratulatory message to her.She, the Luna of worlds.I, the wretched omega of a dying pack. In a moment of blur, I typed the single line that's covering the screen now. Because somehow, I wanted whomever it was to know that the writer she praised was my sister. “It is mine, Diane, but I could never

But I was about to wed the same man that took Elizabeth to the alter and Mom was comfortably sitting through the ceremony. He slid it onto my finger. It was so tight it cut into the skin. I couldn't pull it off. Not when everyone was watching me."With this ring, I thee wed," he said, his grey eyes locked on mine. "To be yours, Elizabeth.”"Mrs. Bronzebank," he called me, intimate enough that the first row heard and cheered. But the name triggered a dull ache behind my eyes. Just pressure, like a memory trying to force it's way through my head. "Perfect," someone shouted from the pew.Elizabeth was always perfect. I was not.I remembered tightening this corset for her myself. Now it was tightened to my fit. I could barely breathe. Over two hundred people were staring. In the front row, my mother dabbed her cheeks. No tears. She did the same thing when she walked into the interrogation room to ask for the ring.From the dress to the floral designs and the crowd, everything looked l

I took a step and a thread of memory untangled in my head. It played like a scene in front of me, like the rest of the memories I have been getting since I woke up in her body, but I knew it wasn't mine. This was Elizabeth's.Marshall hugging Diana from behind. Diana stealing kisses from him. And one of them making out on the same cushion where they're seated. My chest burned."Diana wouldn't do this," I told myself. "She wouldn't spit in our sister's face this way."I forced myself to keep walking and said hello, like I was back in a classroom about to ask an obvious question. My heartbeat thrummed, unable to keep still. My nails dug into my palms, and every breath I took felt like a burn in my throat. They turned. But they didn't look guilty or surprised. They looked annoyed, like I was meddling in their business.That was when it struck me. Lizzie had been a placeholder in her own marriage.That realization took a toll on me. The wedding she had wanted so badly had been a lie. A

Something dropped inside me.For the first few minutes, I laughed. It sounded dry and humorless even to me. My fists tightened. My mind went blank, like ink slowly vanishing from a page."She died this morning?" I asked, my lips parted. "Do you even hear yourself?"I wanted to nod and leave, but the thrumming in my ears wouldn't let me.My body was my only way home. I couldn't accept that it would just die.That would mean I was locked in this body forever. Stuck here with no chance of becoming me again. Which body would I return to?That couldn't happen."I went upstairs when I heard the dog barking. There was nothing I could do. I took her to the morgue," Mom explained and it landed on me like the weight of the whole world."I'm in a morgue? She died this morning and you already took her to the morgue? Not even a hospital?"The more I tried to breathe, the more my lungs burned. My ribs felt wrapped in barbed wire. My hands flew to my head on their own, and I tried to inhale again wi

Her eyes scanned my face and travelled to Marshall. He grunted and sighed.“She passed out many times on the wedding day. She might not remember.” He explained to her, then turned his attention back to Diana, who had been glaring at me like I was about to ruin something dear to her.“Pity. She’s such a good kid.” The woman commented and motioned to a spot at the dining table, across from Marshall. Not next to him.“Has she seen a doctor?” She asked Marshall, her eyes steady, like she dared him to say no.“I’m healthy, Ashanti. You have nothing to worry about. Just a little lapse of memory…” My breath caught in my throat. She smiled, and for the first time, Marshall exhaled like I had just saved him from death itself. But I knew her name from a memory that was not mine.“I’m glad to hear that,” she said and clapped twice. The hurried feet of maids filled my ears while I struggled to keep my focus on her. “I was worried when I heard rumours that you took your sister’s place…”My eyes sn