Novel & Cerita Real Wife Swap Story

Then, he reached for my hand, trying to slide the ring back onto my finger. His fingers were still smeared with Talia's blood. I stepped back before he could touch me. I wasn't the same woman I'd been before. I wasn't that soft, gullible fool he could manipulate whenever he wanted. There was no way I was letting him off that easily. The moment his parents realized things were going south, they rushed over with fake smiles plastered on their faces. His mother chimed in that syrupy voice of hers, "Oh, Elise. Damian is already trying to make things right, so don't make a scene. Damian's a rare find, especially for an orphan girl like you. I promise we'll be your family once you marry him."

He held out his hand and I took it. He shook me with one hand while the other was placed above it. “I haven’t heard much about you, only that you’re gorgeous and it seems they were right,” he laughed. My parents laughed alongside him, their tone shaky, high pitched and so obviously fake. “I would love to get to know more about you, after all you’ll be family soon”. My father laughed. “Yes, she will”. He tried to feign excitement which made me cringe. The man before me let go of my hand. “I am Julius Falcone and you’ll be married to my son Roman Falcone who is currently inside.”

My husband and his parents were terrified I'd push myself too hard, so they booked me into a luxury recovery suite with a living area, study, nursery, and private bedrooms. My sister Zoey had just gotten back from the UK last month. She'd even asked me to help her find a job. The tone. The wording. It sounded exactly like my mom. 'No way... It can't be...' My lips went dry. My heart slammed against my ribs. I opened the photo she sent. Bruce Brighton was holding a woman in his arms. Way too close. It took me three seconds to realize it was fake. The woman had six fingers. Under the photo was a voice message.

Without realizing it, I took a step back. "Nice to finally meet you, Ella. I'm Freya Robinson. Mom already told me everything about you. We were switched at birth." She smiled as she continued, "But I'll still be her daughter, and I won't be coming back here. We came today to bring you home with us." Audrey reached over and ruffled Freya's hair affectionately. The motherly tenderness in her eyes was overflowing. I finally met Freya's gaze. Her eyes were bright and lively, curved into a cheerful smile. They were nothing like mine—dull, dispirited, and scarred by too many years of hardship.

"We've finally found you! Real bold of you, huh? Getting married behind our backs!" They overturned my stall. Batter and toppings spilled all over the ground. Morgan stood there in his expensive suit, watching the chaos with barely concealed glee. "I warned you, Chase. You're the one who didn't listen." Dad held out a hand impatiently. "Come on, hand it over. Where are the wedding gifts from your marriage?" "Dad, Savannah Reed is just a fake heiress," Morgan cut in. "She owes the Reed family several million dollars. How could she possibly have any wedding gifts for him?"

"Instead of confronting him immediately, I decided to test him. To see what kind of man he really was. So I pretended to have amnesia. That I couldn't remember anything." "Wait, what?" A woman near the front looked confused. "She faked it?" someone else said. Grace continued. "And you know what my husband did when he thought I couldn't remember? He didn't comfort me. Didn't take care of me. He SWAPPED me." "Swapped?" Multiple voices. Confused. "He gave me to his brother Aiden. Told everyone that Aiden was my real husband. Not him. All so he could live openly with his mistress without anyone questioning it."

Then, I left Ella with my friend, who took her to my parents. After doing all that, I brought the fake baby to the hotel. Sure enough, Poppy found me. Hence, I acted decisively. The cops arrived quickly. After giving me a verbal warning and a fine, they let me leave. I then went straight back to my parents' house. According to the priest, this kind of life-swapping magic could grant a new life if successful. However, if it failed, those involved in the ritual would meet bad ends. Sure enough, the next day, I received news that Neil had drowned in the river. On the third day, Leah was suddenly struck and killed by a car.

He had not a penny to his name. Months later, the young man came to me again, this time bringing with him a check of 150 million and a costly ring. "I'd never have survived so long without your help, Eve. Marry me." We got along for a year and fell in love. Jonathan Landton spoiled me like I was the best thing in the world after we got married. Out of the kindness of my heart, I got the best doctor in the world to treat my sister, but she hired someone to abduct me. During my imprisonment, she killed me. With a knife straight through my body.

"Never. She's always been so careful." "Because it wasn't a blackout," I say. "It was the swap. Somebody took our real daughter that night and replaced her with..." I gesture at the girl on the sofa. "With this. A clone. A copy. I don't know how, but that's what happened." "You're crazy," the fake Nora whispers. "You're both crazy."

Just poured myself a drink, took a sharp swig, and faced her. "You knew. About the switch. About arranged marriage. About Sylvain." Her brows arched like daggers. "You’re speaking in riddles." "Don’t play dumb, Calliope.You let me marry you under false pretenses. You knew I was promised to her. You knew she saved me in the lab. You let me believe it was you." She laughed, but it was hollow. "What are you even talking about honey? You were married to me. I was there for you in the lab, it has always been me."