Couples Swap Stories Novels & Stories

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

We had struggled through thick and thin, and just this year, our company had finally started to hit its stride, with revenues crossing the 10-million mark. What a "true love" she had—coming back only when our company became successful! Just as I was thinking this, the screen flickered again, revealing two new lines of text. [The soul-swap system has been activated. You may designate two individuals to swap souls. [Available subjects: Declan, Camilla. Do you wish to swap their souls? Yes. No.] I couldn't wait to see what would happen once the "dream girl" got a taste of Declan's life—his body, his wealth. I'd love to see if she still believed in "true love" then.

Both Sarah and Seb froze. "What?" Sarah asked, her voice flat. Alexander stepped back slightly, as if pleased with himself. "Think about it, darling. They want drama. They want betrayal. They want heartbreak." He grinned. "Instead, we give them a love story." Seb groaned. "You’re actually insane." Alexander ignored him, turning back to Sarah. "A grand vow renewal. Public, extravagant, unavoidable. It’ll cement the idea that we’re untouchable..." his gaze darkened slightly, "...and remind everyone that you belong to me."

Another added with a smug tone, "Let me remind you, Serena. The Johanssen family has a reputation to uphold. Don't do anything inappropriate. Just because Maisie is sick doesn't mean you can swap her with a different child that you conceived with God knows who." How ironic. They didn't realize that the real swap had taken place ten years ago! "I didn't give birth to Maisie ten years ago. I had given birth to this boy here instead. When Maisie fell ill recently, I discovered that I wasn't a compatible bone marrow donor for her despite being her supposed birth mother. "In fact, we're not even genetically related. Yet my so-called best friend, Margaret Lonsdale, turned out to be a perfect match

He leads me past the VIP entrance, and at the gate, another man similarly dressed takes my bags and my hand. "Do si do," he nods and I smile as a girl steps around him to take the waiting gentleman's arm. Micah has turned our wedding getaway into one big square dance, across several airports, all of us changing places as we go until we return to our original partner. But with twelve of us out there, how many swaps am I going to make before I find my Micah again?

Dominic asked, his eyes flickering with suspicion as he gripped my hand. I smiled faintly and lied through my teeth. "I naturally had to do some research on my future husband before the wedding." In my past life, Dominic's erectile dysfunction had been a matter of public record. Vivienne had tried every trick to get his attention without success, so she eventually resorted to sedating him and hiring a private doctor, whose diagnosis confirmed the condition. Dominic had flown into a rage upon waking. He had covered up all news of the incident and had Vivienne committed to a mental institution.

"Can I?" She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing red. She buried herself against my neck. "Yeah." I'd guessed right. She liked "being saved", especially when it was a typical "knight in shining armor swooped in to save damsel in distress" sort of situation. That night, Savannah and I went from being husband and wife only on paper to being a real couple in every sense. I didn't change my hairstyle, and once the lights were off, it was my name that she called.

Simba snuggled comfortably in my arms. I cried until I was completely worn out and eventually dozed off. The next morning, Seth and I were woken up by a strange noise. I quickly ran to the bathroom once we saw each other. Inside, I saw Seth's face staring back at me in the mirror. I pinched my cheek. It hurt. This was not a dream. A counter with the number twenty on it suddenly appeared on our wrists. A book of instructions was lying on the coffee table in the living room. It informed us that this was a game to bring married couples closer together. If we hit a hundred points and told each other 'I love you', we would be able to switch back.

the usual stuff about compromise and communication and learning to live with someone else's quirks. It was surprisingly enjoyable, listening to them talk about their wives in Kelly's group, with genuine affection, hearing their stories about how they'd met and fallen in love. Marvel told a funny story about proposing in a restaurant and accidentally knocking over a waiter carrying a tray of wine glasses. James talked about how his wife had supported him through a career change that had nearly bankrupted them. I found myself actually laughing at their jokes, contributing my own observations about marriage, carefully edited to avoid revealing just how dysfunctional mine actually was.

I couldn't say the words, "And he also wants to. So, they'd be like... Open?" "Swapping," Ariana said, spitting the word out like it was poison. "He wants them to 'share' with another couple. That's how he put it. Or at least, that's how Scarlett told me he did." "Oh my God, he doesn't mean us, does he? Is that why Scarlett told you about it?" "Ew, no!" Ariana said, jumping back from the table like I'd electrocuted her. "Felix! What is wrong with you?!"