My Sister And I Swapped Husbands. Novels & Stories

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

"I'm publicly reporting my sister, Eliana Gibson! We both married into the Hanson family, but she drugged and locked me in the basement just to stop me from having the firstborn heir! She's always stealing from me. She can't stand seeing me do better than her!" Abbie caressed her belly in the video, her eyes red-rimmed. Flashing a few blurry screenshots from security footage, she twisted the truth like she always did. The number of hate comments under my Facebook post skyrocketed. "Eliana, you're such an evil woman! You should just die!" "I heard that she was flirting with some guy at her wedding. Disgusting!" Even Dad called to confront me. "I told you to give in to Abbie since you were a k

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.

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.

You are filing a divorce " " What?" " You heard that right. I want nothing to do with a cunning, doublecrossing bitch like you. If you are willing to betray your sister, then what assurance do I have that you won't do the same to me?" " My sister was a different case! She knew I was in love with Damien before she married him!" " But that's not the case is it? You were manipulating her, you planned for her to marry Damien so he could get his hands on her inheritance, and when you married him, everything was given to you "