Our First Wife Swap Novels & Stories

"Annabel, Andreas, this is Liv, a childhood friend of mine and Ash…ley’s." I turned to Andreas and introduced him to Liv. "Liv, this is Andreas, my... husband, and my sister-in-law, Annabel." I could see the gears turning in Liv's head as she realized that I was still playing the wife swap charade. I knew she was fighting the urge to say something, to reveal the truth. But she managed to keep her composure. "It's a pleasure to meet you both," Liv said, her smile forced. I let out a breath of relief. I had managed to keep the secret for now.

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.

Five years of photographs, printed and placed by hand over the past month during the twin nap windows and the hours after midnight. The wedding in the garden. Helena's face the first time we placed her in Victor's arms. The twins arrived twelve minutes apart, both furious about it. Sophie and Helena's first meeting, six months and newborn, future best friends staring at each other from opposite sides of what would become a shared life. "Our story," I say. He opens it and looks at the first page for a long moment. The photograph from the day I walked down the aisle in Felicity's dress: my face, not quite hers, not quite composed, entirely alive.

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

Took my backpack "to help." I forced my voice steady. "Where's my medication?" Lily covered her mouth, soft gasp—perfect volume for the audience. "Juliet, don't be like that. I saw you only had two pills left. It looked... kind of sad. So I swapped them for the vitamins I take. Full sheet. Nine tablets. Imported." Like she'd upgraded me. Rage shook through me. The stabbing in my chest spread down my arms. The blister pack slipped from my hand.

“Conway, do you still think that the Viapent Group is what it used to be? I’ll give you a hint. The board is all made up of my people. I’m the one who decides who Anderson Ford is. I’m the one who decides who Conway Ford is. “Bet you never expected to be such a failure that even your wife is tired of you. She doesn’t even like your son!” Seeing how angry I was, Jonah began chortling. He threw a document at me. “If you transfer your shares to me, I’ll let the three of you live. If you don’t, your poor father will probably die of exhaustion.” I followed Jonah’s gaze and quickly turned around. I saw Mr. Jeffords leading Anderson out with a rope tied around his neck.

If Olwen's replacement was revealed, both Rosa and Xavla would be in danger. "Why can't I?" Olwen shrugged, rubbed her hands, and casually asked: "This is completely normal. As long as Xavla and I swap positions." "You think I'll let you do that? Are you stupid?" Mrs. Rosa laughed at Olwen's intelligence. "Even if you don't allow it, I will definitely do it if I want to." Olwen asserted with confidence: "In fact, the person who had to marry Jack in the first place was Xavla. Just let everything go back to the way it was before. What's the point of swapping?"

I offered them a curt smile, sharp enough to cut glass, then turned to the priest, refusing to let my gaze so much as graze Maverick. “Shall I speak?” I asked quietly. “W-well, of course you can,” the priest stammered. I drew in a breath. “Six months ago, my baby was swapped at birth with Bianca—the bride’s—baby. This entire wedding is standing on a lie, built on the belief that the child she carries is his.” I gestured toward Maverick without looking at him. Color drained from Bianca’s face. “So why should this wedding hold when the child isn’t even with the right mother?”

The first part of the wedding went well enough, but the problem started during the ring exchange. Jonathan took the ring off one of the bridesmaids and presented it to Joan. Joan's fury burned her head, and she slapped the bridesmaid across the face. Jonathan held the woman in his embrace protectively. "What's wrong with you? She just wanted to try it out! What the hell are you doing?" Joan's eyes went red. "I can handle your hobbies, but this is our wedding! Our wedding, and you let some other woman wear my wedding ring? I'm your wife, not her!"

He kept expressing gratitude for Gwen's presence, praying for blessings for his beloved wife. * "Hans, Daisy invited me over to Sienna's house," Sienna said, asking for Hans's permission. "Buy some Aussie beef stew. Miss Sienna likes Aussie beef stew, doesn't she?" Hans said. Without any suspicion, Sienna bought several portions of Aussie beef stew. She handed them directly to Gwen. "What's this?" Gwen asked, pleased. "My husband asked me to bring this when I asked for his permission to come here with Daisy," Sienna said. Gwen froze. She was certain her husband already understood the soul swap between his wife and Jeff's wife.