Subsitute Wife Novels & Stories

“I wouldn’t call it going soft. I’d call it finally getting my priorities right.” Sophia laughed, a light, practiced sound. She stepped closer, tilting her head. “Still, a man like you… wasting away in domestic bliss? You used to own this city. Now you’re here with your… wife.” She said the word like it tasted strange. “Surely you miss the thrill of power.” I felt my spine stiffen, but I kept my expression calm. This wasn’t the first time a woman had tried to test our marriage since we rebuilt it. But it still stung.

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.

Like, how can you befriend a woman who had intercourse with your husband on the very same bed where you made love to him? “What were you two doing?” Sophia asks. Curling her legs beneath her on the grass. “Nothing,” Mary quickly replies. Too quick even. Sophia rises one or her eyebrows, signaling she is not buying it. “It’s just silly sister-wives stuff, really… I’m sure you know.” Lucy says. “Sister-wives’ stuff?” Janne scoffs, “is that even a thing?” Apparently Janne had the same thing in mind. “Uh-huh,” Mary nods. “It is a thing.”

"Jen is too soft, too forgiving but I cannot let her suffer this alone while you're happily married and riding off into the sunset with that party animal wife of yours." Stefan balled his fists. "Watch how you speak about my wife." He gritted. "You could've done better." She said shaking her head distastefully. "I mean going from Jen to… that?" Stefan got in her face and she recoiled. Sure Cindy had been frivolous just like he was he wouldn't hold that against her but she's not that person anymore, she doesn't even mingle with those women anymore it was like she was a different person altogether ever since their wedding.

Not because she was searching for another beginning but because she had finally found herself. The wife he replaced was never truly replaced… She had simply become the woman he was never worthy of losing. **THE END** Thanks for reading. Leave a comment.

His mother was sharp-tongued, but she had already quietly accepted his wife to the family. On the first day Marissa landed in Neuyark City, the first thing she said to the butler in the limousine was, "I don't like the Hayes family! Get Cyrus to divorce that substitute wife of his. Don't tell me that the Sullivan family can't even find a proper marriage alliance?" On the fourth day, Mike reported that substitute wife had been heading to Marissa's room every day, talking to her about the pigeons in the park and the shop windows at Fifth Boulevard. Marissa complained that she was noisy and annoying, yet she got the kitchen to make her favorite cookies.

"Welcome to a new life as my wife." TBC

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

This was my life and I had made peace with it. That's not me being dramatic. I mean it genuinely. I was thirty-two years old, a junior partner at Hargrove and Sloane, the legal guardian of a three-year-old who drew cats on everything, and I had not been on a date since the Obama administration. But I had a routine that worked. I had a daughter, not biologically, not legally in the strictest sense, but mine in every way that mattered — and I had a job I was good at, and I had an apartment with enough counter space to actually cook, which I had learned to value more than I ever expected.

It just didn't make sense because I knew that logically that was where Diana belonged. All along, it was supposed to be Diana who had to marry Anthony and now that Bradon had taken Anthony's place, she would have to marry Bradon instead. I told myself repeatedly that what Diana was doing wasn't exactly wrong, she was just taking her rightful place after returning. As for me, my role as the convenient substitute wife had to come to an end sooner or later. I had thought that I was prepared for this day to come, but the suddenness of it all truly caught me off guard.