First Time Wife Swapping Stories Novels & Stories

On the day of my wedding anniversary, I receive a strange photo from a friend back home. "Why is your wife working at a nightclub?" his message reads. In the photo he sent, my wife, Gwendolyn Shaw, is wearing a tight-fitting skirt. She looks utterly miserable as a group of men forces alcohol down her throat. I am the richest man in Shenton City. So why on earth is my wife entertaining men for money at a nightclub? Before I can question her about it, she sends me a selfie from a hospital checkup. "It's been three whole years since you left the country, honey. I miss you so much…" I stare at the photo in disbelief. My beautiful wife has shaved her head. Her skin is dry and sallow, and

“Mama has trained him well, no woman can scatter that.” “New wives, their heads are always hot.” I tried to focus on the choir’s voices, the drumbeats, the clapping hands, but the whispers seemed louder than the sermon itself. Even when the pastor spoke of love and forgiveness, I could feel eyes sliding toward me, measuring me, branding me as the stubborn newcomer who needed to be tamed. During offering time, Mama made a show of handing her envelope to my husband, then loudly declaring, “Amaka, next time, remember to give your husband money for the house of God. A wife’s respect is seen in her giving.”

Within an instant, Catherine shot to her feet. The chair legs scraped across the floor with a piercing screech. “No! Simon, listen to me!” She turned to my parents with a pleading look before turning back to me. “Robert, we’ve been working together for many years. Divorce will only hurt both sides. Georgia’s only temporarily infatuated with that kid. I’ll teach her a lesson when I get back!” Jane snorted. “Catherine, looking at all the arranged marriages in our circle, no one can put up with such a disrespectful marriage! We’ve shown you enough respect!

(Alicia) When I say nothing more Darren clears his throat, looking uncomfortable. “What is it? I know that look, just spill!” I say, not wanting to deal with his dramatics today. “Alicia, there’s something you need to know about this bride swap. Something disturbing,” he starts and I cock an eyebrow at him as a prompt to continue. He shifts uncomfortably on his chair and starts playing with the cocktail umbrella. “Throughout history, it’s never really ended well for any of the couples. Especially not when there was a werewolf-elf matchup.”

She is obviously not in good terms with her mother in law, this might be due to the rumors that Michael’s father was originally supposed to marry Madam Lawrence but feel in love with the current Madam Andrews. “Good afternoon, Madam Lawrence. It has really been a while” Madam Andrews says perfunctorily. “Oh, is this not your new daughter in law? I heard that the Hawkins family swapped out the original bride is that true? That is so sad.” She says with mocking concern. “Yes that happened but I will say it’s for the best, I mean we love our current daughter in law.” Madam Andrews says holding Evelyn’s hand while Evelyn smiles gratefully. This is the first time that someone has stood up for her

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

He hurriedly explained, "I only married her out of pity. The one I've always loved is you." "Your so-called love disgusts me," came my response. Jason stepped forward to grab my hand, but Frank stopped him in time. "I heard that he actually drugged Ms. Sanderson on their wedding day to marry her adoptive younger sister. What a scumbag!"

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

“Just get the fuck out. I need to talk to her. Go.” Blue waved him off. “Give us a minute. Please.” He left, confused. Blue slid into the seat across from me, eyes wide. “Fuck. Tell me everything. How did this happen? Where is your real body? How is this even possible?” I took a deep breath and started from the beginning. The pregnancy appointment. Coming home to Frederick cheating. The divorce. Driving away in tears. The restaurant. The gunshot. Waking up in the hospital in Chloe’s body. Nikolai. The forced marriage. Betty. The evidence. Everything. I told her every painful detail, my voice cracking, tears falling freely now.

It isn't locked. Of course! Her husband was a free spirit who hardly cared about his life. Sleeping in a stranger's house was bad enough. Mrs Contreras opened the door and crept in. Her husband was sadly snoring away. It's 6 for goodness sake. She ruffled her husband badly to get him up as quick as she could. There was no time to waste if Ema ever had a past here, it was foolish to keep staying anywhere that could trigger back her lost memories.