My Sister And I Swapped Husbands. Novels & Stories

Just from that sentence, I was certain Abbie had been reborn, too. Unable to argue with Abbie, our parents looked at me with conflicted looks. I understood that gaze for sure. Growing up, I was never allowed to outperform Abbie in school. Whatever nice things she wanted, I had to give them up for her. Even when it came to marrying into the Hanson family to bear their first grandson, they were eager to hand the healthier groom to her. "Let's switch places if that's what Abbie wants. The Hansons only care about who will bear their first grandson, anyway."

Her mother shook her head and replied, “It was a marriage of convenience. Your sister was betrothed to Jacques Wood but she was not aware. During that time, your sister was head over heels in love with Ives Clinton and you were not dating anyone. You told us that you fell in love with Jacques Wood at first sight. So, you begged us to allow you to take your sister’s position because she was happy in her relationship. Then we changed the bride. However, your husband was not happy with our arrangement. After your honeymoon, he moved out of your matrimonial mansion. Last month, he filed for a divorce. You were devastated. You blamed your sister for seducing your husband. However, it was not true

"Wonderful! You finally agreed to the blind date, Colette! I'll go call Henry's mother right away!" My mom ran off excitedly to make the call, while my sister, Colette, sat across from me, watching with a smug look on her face. "I'll be the one with a husband and kids this time, Liz." At that moment, I knew my sister had returned to life too. In our previous life, she had followed the trend of only dating but never marrying or having children. Because she refused the blind date, I had been pushed into it by my mother and hastily married Henry Collins.

“Tired of being insulted. Tired of being small. Tired of letting people think they can walk over me because I’m pregnant and alone.” “And they both deserved that”. Ari said. Alexander sighed. “they…”?. “You mean the couple you fought with?” he asked. Her voice lowered, tears welling in her eyes. “Yes. The lady happens to be my sister, while the man was my ex-husband.” Alex froze. “What…?” “How is that possible—your sister teaming up with your husband to hate you?” Ari snapped a little sharply. “She’s no longer my sister. And yes, they are together.”

I wasn't supposed to be the bride, my sister was. This wasn't my fate, it was my sister’s. When I was very young, my mother always read this bedtime story to me. It was about a princess who got her fate swapped with a river goddess by merely standing by the riverside. I always thought it was a ridiculous story because I didn't believe such a crucial thing as one’s fate could be swapped in a split second. Now, I understand. Indeed, it was possible. It was feasible because it just happened to me.

She was already in college when I entered middle school. I was 19 years old when I first met Atlas Steele. He was a handsome man of 32. I knew I didn't have a chance with him, but that didn't stop me from having a crush, just like many big sisters do around their older siblings and their friends. He was a "big brother" crush that felt like an impossible dream Until he became my husband and everything changed. When my parents asked me to marry him in her place, I remember being both delighted and disgusted by the suggestion. You cannot simply swap one sister with another just because you already rented the church and reception hall! But yet I also wanted him.

It had been many years into the marriage when I finally learned about the truth. It turned out that my mother, Erica Jones, had drugged me on my wedding day and let my sister take my place at the ceremony simply because my sister also liked my fiancé. My breathing grew rapid. Back then, Mom told me that I had suddenly fainted during the wedding. So that my fiancé wasn't suddenly left at the altar, she had no choice but to let my twin sister, Diana Halliwell, marry him in my stead!

She asked to see me, but I refused. I had done enough. Oh, and I got married—my husband is Jason. He said we were destined to meet. The first time he saw me, I had been knocked down by my mother. The second time, I was harassed by my sister's husband. And the third time… my sister tried to kill me. "I've never seen a family like yours," he said. I smiled bitterly and told him about my family's old-fashioned preference for sons. "Preference for sons? That era ended over a century ago! How can anyone still think that way?"

It was a humiliating, frozen moment. We were husband and wife, but we might as well have been strangers. He had just tended to my sister with a tenderness I once believed belonged only to me, while I was being dragged away like an unwelcome intruder who didn’t belong in a place like this. I held my breath, waiting for him to say something—anything—to explain. Instead, he glanced past me at the waiter and said evenly, “This is my wife. Let her go.” The waiter stared, flustered.

Summoning the courage within me, I began to peruse its contents. {'Chad, I am aware of your unhappiness in this marriage. I understand that Marlie is the one who can truly bring you joy. I was never the one you loved. I was foolish not to realize this earlier. If only I had known the truth sooner, we could have spared each other the emotional agony. You would now be married to my younger sister, leading a blissful life. And perhaps, I would have also found someone who genuinely loves me. So I will bring her to you. I will make my little sister happy, you too.'}