A Life Altering Marriage Exchange Novels & Stories

I asked, they both exchanged the same worried looks. “we know you have issues, with Harris” Jill confessed, I opened my mouth to protest but they only nodded, showing how understanding and sure they were of what they just confessed. “It’s okay Andy, that’s why it’s called marriage, most people have issues at their first year of marriage” Jill added, I was still looking at them, surprised and confused. Should I deny it? No! It’s better to keep it that way!

I replied calmly as I slowly watched him, I realized that I didn’t feel the same way I felt before and he looked so… ordinary. “Are you really going to throw away everything we had for the past three years for a little mistake?” he asked taking a step closer and I scoffed. Little mistake? Like having a family while married to me? I never knew that was a little mistake. I didn’t move. I didn’t want to hear what he had to say. The nerve of him, to show up here after everything. He thought he could just walk into my life like nothing had changed. But everything had changed.

Ten years ago, Andrew had never touched liquor, and I had been the one who always smelled like alcohol. Andrew sat down next to Dawn. Then, he noticed the CD in her hands. The CD had probably roused memories of his youth ten years ago. For the first time since I came here, Andrew put on an expression I recognized. "We sent this package together," Andrew said. "Yes," Dawn replied. Andrew continued, "You wrote the address of your rented place back then, but even then, I had already made up my mind to marry you. That's why I changed the address without your knowledge. Dawn, it has been ten years since then. Time flies."

I retorted, feeling overwhelmed by frustration and anger. Drex was quick to respond, his voice tinged with regret, "I'm really, really sorry. I doubt I can stop the process. But this is as close as we can get to not getting married, don't you think?" I sighed, still reluctant to accept this arrangement. "I would still carry your title, which I don't want." "But think about Angel. Please, Lia. After five years, we can just say it didn't work out, and you'll be free to live your life. I don't care if you date someone; you'll need to," he reasoned.

There were no flowers, no family, no friends, no music, and no laughter or anything that made it feel like a wedding. I'd always imagined this day differently. Maya would have been my maid of honor, fussing over every little detail while Lisa stood beside me, teasing me to calm my nerves. At the end of the aisle would have been Nate. The man I thought I'd spend my entire life with. After the ceremony, we'd have celebrated with the people we lived with before disappearing together for our first night as husband and wife. I'd saved every piece of myself for that future For him. And now…..I was standing in a silent courtroom, about to marry his older brother instead.

I was looking back over my shoulder in a crowd. There were photos of me feeding pigeons in the park, running in the rain, socializing at a family gala... The photos spanned a full decade. Zayn had been watching me even before I met Ryder. So, this wasn't a last-minute marriage. This was a love that had been plotted for a lifetime. On the back of every photo was a date and his handwriting: [September 5. She smiled like an angel, but I was covered in filth, unworthy of getting close.]

"Leah, you're really getting married?! And… and to Nick?!" Jayden's voice cracked from disbelief, like a frayed string pulled too tight. It wasn't just that I'd gotten married, or that the wedding was being broadcast live—what he couldn't accept was that the groom was Nick, the man he'd clashed with for years. "Leah, don't—don't joke like this. I'll marry you, okay? You don't have to go this far to provoke me, dragging Nick into your act. Don't you hate him just as much as I do?"

She winked, cradling Emma, the room buzzing with chatter. Alex turned to Lauren, his hand fumbling in his pocket, his crutches steady. He dropped to one knee, the room falling silent, a ring glinting in his hand. “Lauren,” he started, his voice raw, “our marriage—it was a contract, a deal, not love. We said vows, but they weren’t real, not like this.” Lauren’s breath caught, her eyes locked on his, the crowd’s gasps fading. “Alex,” she whispered, her heart pounding, Emma’s coo a quiet anchor.

"I have heard that... it is not a great idea. But the senior service girls like Jenni, or those who might retire soon... we were spitballing ideas." Nobody was retiring, all the service girls were young and no allowed to date. "Anything else?" "Well... kind of yes. You have to know that the wife exchange, as currently structured, is kind of 'misogynistic' by nature. I know, both guys and girls benefit, but the very name, 'wife exchange' is pretty self-condemning. But when you think of it, maybe a slave auction would be a chance to reverse things, to show you really care by... well... having the MEN as the ones who were auctioned off to service the women. FUCK! That is a hot thought. In that

"I started dating another girl while you were away and I'm getting married to her shortly So I've come to tell you that I'm ending our relationship" I didn't say anything since I didn't want to put pressure on him to stay in the relationship because I know he won't love me even if he does. "Fine then I'm happy for you I'll always be happy for you Travis" "Thank you for your patience, Eloise I have to leave because my girlfriend is waiting for me" He slipped the money under the menu card on the table and walked away. I didn't have that coffee; I had to leave because I was suffocating.