Our First Wife Swap Novels & Stories

Everyone in our neighborhood knew me as the meek full-time housewife. I had no income and no social life. Every hour of every day went to the kitchen, my child, and my hypercritical mother-in-law, Sofia Carter. Yet when I woke up, I had somehow swapped bodies with my insufferably smug husband, Kevin Carter. My phone lit up as he sent one mocking message after another: [Olivia, you act like having a baby entitles you to lie around at home all day, watch the kid, and throw together a couple of meals.] [For your information, this swap is permanent. I can finally get some rest.] [Don't run your mouth at my office. That management job is way beyond what a brain that never even made it through col

They went from being the daughters of a wealthy man to having nothing. Mrs Morgan was the youngest of the sisters. The other three were already married but had only given birth to daughters. Mrs Morgan was the lucky one—she married a billionaire. When Mrs Morgan was about to give birth, her eldest sister, Veronica, felt she had to act when the doctor said she couldn't give birth again because of her complications. She feared that if her younger sister also had a daughter, the same fate would repeat itself. So, she did the unthinkable—she swapped the baby at the hospital.

He seemed to have known from the beginning that the bride that day was Hannah, not me. When did he figure it out? I asked him again and again, but he said the same thing every time. He couldn't tell me yet. My phone vibrated. Wayne was asking me out again. This time, he finally told me when he realized the bride swap had happened. He held my hand tightly. "Because in my last life, I didn't get to marry you." My entire body went numb, and I froze. His eyes were red when he looked at me.

I walk over and Abbigail steps in front of me. Using her hands to compare with her sight and she gives me a full look over, biting her bottom lip. I clear my throat, face burning and she looks up at me with a burning desire in her eyes. Keeping her eyes on me and asks shyly, "Can we have one last wife swap before you guys leave? I've felt Shawn, this time I'd like to see her." I look between Beth and Melanie and they both nod. "I was going to ask for the same," Beth chokes quietly, being honest. "Wife swap first so we can sleep with our wives one last time."

She lifted her head, met his eyes, and smiled the first real, open smile she had given him in three hundred and sixty-five days. “Yes.” He kissed her then slow, reverent and endless. Outside, New York kept moving. Inside, they stayed tangled together until noon, learning the difference between ownership and belonging. And somewhere on a server in Switzerland, a five million dollar transaction reversed itself. Because some things, once surrendered, can never be bought back. End of The Contractual Wife Thank you for reading this!

Not because she was searching for another beginning but because she had finally found herself. The wife he replaced was never truly replaced… She had simply become the woman he was never worthy of losing. **THE END** Thanks for reading. Leave a comment.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

"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.

Mother nodded firmly, determined to find me a husband better than all three of those men combined. After Mother left, I strolled to the kitchen in high spirits to check on the pregnant sow in the pen. When the physician diagnosed Jennifer with triplets, I had already heard the news. At the time, I happened to overhear the servants mention that one of the pigs was also pregnant. A plan formed instantly. I decided to have the system swap the sow's litter with Jennifer's babies. Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets.

Mandy's hands trembled as she tore open the envelope. Her heart pounded in her chest, a sickening mixture of dread and curiosity swirling in her stomach. The paper felt heavy between her fingers as she unfolded it, revealing a neatly folded newspaper inside. She swallowed hard, forcing herself to open it and see what horrible surprise awaited her this time. The headline screamed at her: **"The Divorced and Rejected Wife of the Famous Billionaire Ramsey Wendel is Getting Married to the Norton's Cleaner, Dwight Cullen."**