Real Wife Swap Stories の小説・ストーリー

But it was Nathan, and I knew he would indulge me. “The story is similar to what happened to you. The real daughter was switched at birth with Petty. The family knew from the start and had been searching for the real daughter. I guess they're just kinder than the Windsors because they never mistreated Petty.” Nathan's explanation made apprehension curdle at the bottom of my stomach. My uncertain background was not something I was proud of, and hearing that it not only happened to me but to someone else— As if sensing my fears, he squeezed my hand again.

She hastily recounted, "I swapped the babies myself. You were in the hospital room at that time, and when you were discharged the next day, the baby you took was mine!" I looked at her without a trace of grief and replied, "Yes, you swapped the babies." "Then why..." Finally, Christine realized the horrifying possibility. Her face, weathered by time and hatred, filled with terror. She clutched her chest and heaved violently. "Lana, you…" Next to her, Doris fell to the floor in bewilderment. I spoke slowly. "Christine, you thought you were smooth. However, I already knew about the swap. I swapped the babies back the very same day."

"No, Your Majesty, I am telling the truth. I was your maid twenty years ago, when you gave birth to your first child. But the one of the twins were stillborn. He did not survive the delivery. I was heartbroken for you and your husband. I wanted to spare you the pain of losing your child. So I did something terrible. I swapped your baby with another one. A baby that was born in the same night, in the same castle. A baby that belonged to me." Alexander turned to the old maid and glared at her, “Stop mother. Stop trying to play the victim here. You know that’s not the reason you exchanged me from birth. The old maid spoke again, her voice soft and sorrowful. "Alex, I am sorry for what I have do

I woke with a start. The room around me was familiar, yet the searing pain from the fire still lingered in my mind. But strangely, my body bore no wounds at all. Before I could fully collect my thoughts, a knock sounded at the door, followed by my aunt's voice. Listening in on the conversation between my mother and aunt, I realized with startling clarity: I had been reborn. In my previous life, at this exact moment, my aunt and an old man from the island country of Zandumore were planning to move overseas. Before leaving, my aunt came to bid our family farewell.

I thought maybe I'd imagined it. It wasn't until the baby shower that the truth hit me. Damian, trying to make it a big deal, threw a joint party with Caleb and Betty. That's when I saw their son—and he had the same birthmark on his arm. I knew right then. They'd swapped my baby for theirs, wanting their kid to have the life mine was supposed to. I wanted to scream, call them out right there. But Rick, my real son, looked so tiny and fragile next to Hugo. It crushed me. Then I noticed how Betty was looking at Damian, and I swallowed the anger.

"Derek—look. She got married. To someone else." On the screen was Megan's social media post from ten that morning. She was in a white blouse, beaming, leaning against a man's shoulder. His face wasn't visible, but both of them held up their marriage certificates. Derek's mouth opened. Nothing came out. His hands started to shake.

Mia's and Finn’s cries mixed with Marissa’s shrieking drew attention from the neighbors. Slowly, people began gathering around, rubbing their sleepy eyes. After witnessing the scene, their eyes widened and a neighbor hurriedly chimed in, "Goodness gracious, Sophie, take it easy! Marissa’s old. She can’t handle that kind of rough treatment.” I spun toward them, my voice cutting through the murmur. "Oh, I’m supposed to take it easy on the woman who swapped my son for someone else’s child? She even tried to steal my parents’ inheritance and give it all to her granddaughter.

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had

There was no way she'd give up on me and form a bond with someone else. Yet that photo… I really wanted to know who the replacement was! I vowed to teach that werewolf a lesson! "It's just a short visit. Plus, I might as well call the bluff on Angelica's fake bond with that werewolf. If she apologizes to me, I'll gladly resume the bonding ceremony with her. After all, I still love her." As I looked at Sharon, I yanked the moonstone ring off her finger. It was a little difficult, but I still pulled it off Sharon's finger, no matter how much she cried and complained about the pain.

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?”