Our First Wife Swap Novels & Stories

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.

"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.

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

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.

It was not just me who was taken aback. Shirley's parents were appalled: "Shirley! Don't be so ungrateful! Your husband has been more than fair to let you meet another man on your wedding day. How can you ask for something so outrageous?" My own family was fuming. "What do they take our kid for? Whoever heard of swapping grooms mid-wedding? It's disgraceful!" Shirley, under fire from all sides, was sweating bullets. However, even so, she was not ready to back down.

We never needed to wait to experience the mate bond to know we were mates. When he’d first heard of the wolf swap rite, I expected him to be furious that my parents would try to impose such a thing by taking away the wolf that rightfully belonged to his mate, but instead, to my utmost shock, he supported the rituals full-on, and here we are now, almost at the last stage.

I was a grown woman—was I supposed to not survive without a man? But my cousin, Sarah Cameron... she couldn't. In our last lives, she married Blake, and the two of them were trapped in a lifetime of misunderstanding because of someone else. She was the gentlest soul you could meet, and even she couldn't escape being worn down by him. So this time, after being reborn, I looked at Sarah's worried face, her furrowed brow, and started packing without hesitation. "Sarah, I'll marry Blake. John Ridgewood might not look like much, but he's got a good temper. You two should be able to make it work."

"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.