My Sister And I Swapped Husbands. 소설 & 이야기

Charles calmly looked at them. Unresigned, Rosalie turned to plead with him. "Save me, darling. You were my husband in my past life—and you still are now." Jasper slapped her. "You lowly beast slave. You wanted a male beast, didn't you? I'll send you to the breeding hall and get them to satisfy you for good!" Rosalie wailed, "No! Save me, darling!" Upon seeing how Charles was unmoved, she turned to me and yanked herself free from Jasper. She fell onto her knees before me, clutching my legs while pleading desperately, "We shared the same womb, Clarie. You can't just leave me to die!"

The ache in my chest spread like fire, suffocating. “I cheated on him,” I whispered, the realization breaking me. “I married my sister’s fiancé. I—” My voice strangled into silence. My knees buckled. Air wouldn’t come. The room tilted violently and I collapsed onto the floor. “Layla!” Xavier was at my side instantly. His voice softened in a way that startled me, no trace of his earlier steel. His hands steadied me, arms pulling me close. “Look at me. Breathe, Layla. Just breathe.”

Holding an infant. --- “No,” I whispered. “No, this is fake.” “It’s not.” I stood, heart pounding. “You’re lying.” “I thought so too,” she said, voice cracking. “But we had a DNA match done. Naomi… I’m not your cousin.” I felt the room spin. “I’m your sister.” That's enough, I don't want to hear anything again. I stood up and left. --- I left the café shaking. No umbrella. No plan. Just rage and confusion tearing at my skin like the rain.

"You were both pregnant at the same time," she says, more a statement than a question. Both women nod and after a moment's pause, Kristina adds, "What about Angela?" Kristina is referring to her 16-year-old sister. "Well..." her mom clears her throat. "It worked so well the first time, and we didn't want you to be an only child, so we did it again a couple of years later." "Swapping partners, again?" Lauren asks.

"Instead of confronting him immediately, I decided to test him. To see what kind of man he really was. So I pretended to have amnesia. That I couldn't remember anything." "Wait, what?" A woman near the front looked confused. "She faked it?" someone else said. Grace continued. "And you know what my husband did when he thought I couldn't remember? He didn't comfort me. Didn't take care of me. He SWAPPED me." "Swapped?" Multiple voices. Confused. "He gave me to his brother Aiden. Told everyone that Aiden was my real husband. Not him. All so he could live openly with his mistress without anyone questioning it."

I could hear the sincerity from his voice. I nodded, “Sure, thanks.” I said, swallowing the lump in my throat. What else are these families hiding from me? **End of Flashback** I sighed out loud taking a sip from the whiskey bottle. Now, I know that my family knew about the swap. My wife cheated and the woman I love cheated. Now my brother also is in love with the woman I'm in love with, I chuckled at the thought.

After my sister died, I signed a five-year contract marriage with her mafia husband, paying my family's blood debt in her place. I poured five years of my life into the Falcone family, and all I got was a husband who only wanted me for his bed and a child who saw me as his enemy. It was time to let go. "Christine, are you certain you want to leave the family?" Don Corrado asked me in his private study, his commanding voice echoing off the walnut-paneled walls.

On the wedding day, my sister, Isabella De Luca, drugged me. She was going to steal my dress and marry my fiancé, the mafia heir Marco Moretti. Everyone was smiling at the happy couple on the altar. Everyone but me. I shot up from my seat in the back row. My voice tore through the sacred silence. "Stop! I object! This wedding is a sham!" Every head turned to face me. The bride, Isabella, went white. The groom, Marco, froze.

Isabella’s POV The pregnancy test sat on the bathroom counter, the two pink lines staring back at me. In the next room, my husband was laughing – not with me, never with me – but with her. The woman he actually loved. My hands shook as I picked up the test and stared at it again. Pregnant. I was pregnant with Marcus Wei's baby. Three years of being invisible in my own marriage and now this. I should have been terrified but instead I felt something dangerous.