Our First Wife Swap Novels & Stories

He could barely manage one wife, and here in front of him there's a man with seven! "Can you speak a little about each one of them?" Mr. Cuffe manages to ask after recomposing himself. Erik shrugs and replies to the man. "Hmm… Sure. Let's see, in chronological order. My first wife's name is Selena, you already met her, of course, and she is a magical researcher. My second wife's name is Serafall, and she is in charge of Foreign Affairs in her country of origin. My third wife's name is Calypso, she is Greek and has a company that cultivates rare plants. My fourth wife's name is Joan, she is French and takes care of the security of our family business. My fifth wife's name is Leona, she is Ita

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

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.

Like we still had something. My jaw tightened. I nodded once. Only because this was business. Nothing more. We stepped out together. Instantly there were flashes and cameras and voices. “Mr. Vale!” “ here!” “Is that your wife?” “Are you two back together?” My chest tightened. The word "wife" hit harder than I expected. Victor didn’t hesitate. His hand came to rest lightly at my lower back. Possessive. Familiar. Too familiar. My body reacted instantly. Tension. Awareness. I didn’t move away. Not here. Not in front of everyone.

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.