Novel & Cerita Our First Wife Swap

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?"

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!

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!"

Judy Cassatt was too delighted that her voice came out loud and sharp. Everyone in the room froze. Nate Kieran, My husband, stood right beside me, and the moment he heard her, rage shot straight through him. "What street thug? Who are you cursing?" he snapped. But I only stared at the soft, warm child in my arms, my mind drifting. I had actually been reborn—reborn on the very day my sister switched our babies. In my previous life, she coveted the millions my husband and I would one day leave behind. So she secretly swapped our sons.

My goal is simple: project absolute, unshakable confidence in our sudden union and give the gossiping pack matrons nothing to chew on. “Poor Rham,” one of Clay’s great-aunts mutters, shaking her head as she looks at my new husband with pity. “What a brutal thing to do to his own blood.” This is the part that burns me the most, knowing Clay is taking the blame while Rham is likely rutting with Christine Thornfield in some hidden den. But our circle of high-ranking wolves is far too thrilled by the sheer scandal to care about the ethics of the swap. “It is completely wild,” my university friend Natalie says with an excited grin. “I still cannot believe you swapped the alphas! Are you actually

After I hung up the phone, I instinctively returned to the bedroom I used to share with Max. However, somewhere along the way, his belongings had vanished. That was when it hit me. The whole “bride swap” situation wasn’t a last-minute decision. It was planned. Clutching my bruised shoulder, I sat down, the bitterness rising in my throat.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

Their relationship was no longer a rumor—it was a fact. "What are you waiting for?" Commander Brack barked, his voice like a gunshot. "Get her to the clinic—now!" Teeth clenched, Vince scooped Leila into his arms and ran. Later, we heard the baby hadn't survived. Leila caused an uproar at the clinic. Originally, Vince had been on the verge of disciplinary action for his misconduct. But as it turned out, he and his wife from back home had never officially registered their marriage. Somehow, he slipped through a loophole, and the two of them—he and Leila—became the most mismatched married couple on the island, with the largest age gap.

"You were the one who asked me to marry you, and now you're calling the shots on the divorce, too? Why should you get to decide our marriage all by yourself?" Furious, she tore the divorce agreement to pieces in a few quick motions and tossed the fragments straight into the nearby bonfire. Within seconds, the document turned to ashes. The pleased expression on Zachary's face froze instantly. Indeed, I had been the one to first propose marriage, but it took me five proposals before she finally agreed. Every time she had turned me down, she claimed she wanted freedom. Now that I'd finally given her freedom, she seemed not to want it anymore.