Husband Swap Novels & Stories

"You have to swap places with her." Mrs. Munoz? Conveniently, she was his wife when it suited him. Otherwise, he was marrying someone else. Her heart sinking, she thrashed tearfully. "Trading me for her? You're out of your mind! This is your fault. You two paraded a public wedding, making them think she's your wife." "You know?" He blinked, his emotions swirling.

My professor told me they had given it to someone named Poppy Hart instead. Furious, I rushed home to confront Poppy. However, I stopped when I heard her and Mom talking. "I swapped your exam scores for you and got you a stable job, too. You'll coast through life now. That makes me feel so much better." Poppy nestled against Mom, grinning. "Mom, you're amazing. I love you so much. Will the last swap be for Elisa's husband?" Mom shook her head. "Of course not. I'll find you a good husband myself. The last swap needs to be saved for emergencies, so you'll have a backup plan when you're in labor or if something terrible happens."

"If Austin is fine with it, I'm fine with it too. Let's do it this way. Colin will be married off to Lulu. I have another son anyway. Colin can join your family instead, and he can look after you when you two retire. Colin can marry Lulu, and their children can take your last name too. "No need to worry about the dowry. We'll organize the wedding as usual." I was speechless. I buried my face in my palms and snuck a glimpse at Colin through the cracks between my fingers. How would he react now that our roles were swapped? As expected, his facial muscles were twitching, and his face showed mixed emotions. Clearly, he was suppressing the mental meltdown he was having. It was humiliating for a m

'Dear Rogue Huntress, I'm not supposed to send you this piece of information because some of the strongest Alphas and businessmen are involved. Some have already lost their lives while trying to get to the depth of their business and those who know are keeping their mouths shut. But I've come to bring it to your notice because what I'm about to share is traumatizing many innocent souls, especially women. There's a FLESH TRADE operating among the rich. Swapping wives would be a correct term here because these men have come to send their wives to each other in exchange for monetary transactions. It's pathetic and nauseating but it's actually happening.

The husband remarried two years later, and he brought his new wife to this country. The same thing happened again. The ending is that the husband obtained a huge insurance payout by selling his wife to a nightclub. The husband, after receiving two compensations, was ready to give up because he had found true love. But later, true love sold him to the night scene, turning him into a human pig as well. After returning to his home country, he reported his death and received a huge insurance payout. And this true love was actually the best friend of the husband's first wife.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Julius said. I scoffed. My eyes grew wide realizing I had made the noise aloud. I turned to face them but they had already began clapping. They hadn’t heard me. I sighed. “The marriage would be the day tomorrow,” Mr. Julius announced. “What?” The word left my lips. My father shot me a look. “Shut up,” he said through gritted teeth. My mother laughed. “She’s just joking, we are glad that our family will be joined together immediately”.

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.

"Looks like Joyce is a real lucky one, huh, having such a devoted husband." The nearby wives chuckled and tossed out a few playful remarks. But something about Blake's expression wasn't like usual. I brushed off the jokes and quickly pulled him inside. Before I could even ask, he held out what he was carrying. "Honey, you never called home after we got married, did you? This looks like a letter from your parents." At his words, my hand slipped. The oysters I had so carefully collected spilled to the ground, forgotten. Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'.

My husband, the man I’d trusted with everything, my heart, my future, my family’s legacy. He was naked, his head thrown back in ecstasy, fingers buried deep inside a woman I didn’t know, her legs spread wide as she arched against him. And kneeling between Frederick’s thighs, his mouth wrapped around my husband’s cock, was Julian. Frederick’s best friend from college, the one who’d stood as best man at our wedding. Time froze. The woman’s eyes met mine first, widening in shock as she scrambled back. Julian pulled away, his lips glistening, a flush of guilt and surprise coloring his face. Frederick’s head snapped up, his expression shifting from pleasure to horror in an instant.