Subsitute Wife Novels & Stories

The small crowd broke into an excited murmur. "Yes, she's the one," a woman said excitedly. "I saw her on the news. Her husband is going around with that supermodel, Isla." "I heard the Alpha is replacing her. How true do you think that is? From the looks of it, that might have happened already. I mean, look at the state of his wife." I shrunk away and tried to block out their words, but that only made the pain more prominent. Sobbing, I tried to get up.

"Never mind... You should just go home now. If you have a problem with Nora, your wife, solve it nicely. I'm not your escape. I'm no longer a substitute woman when you and Nora have problems." Samuel rose to his feet, still wearing only his underwear, making Rebecca swallow hard. That burly body was so very tempting. Rebecca had a hard time holding back the desire to look at Samuel’s figure. Samuel’s steps slowly but steadily approached Rebecca. "Rebecca, why are you talking like that?" Rebecca took a step back. "That's the fact, isn't it! I'm just a substitute." Samuel sighed heavily. "Rebecca, you are my wife. It's only natural that I come to my wife's place!"

she replied with a glint of smile plastered on her face. Tessa pulled her into a warm hug even before she could finish. Her love for Aaron was undeniable. She let out a deep sigh and her lips curved up into a smile. Now, her reality of becoming Aaron's substitute wife was nearing and she couldn't wait. Yes! You heard right. A substitute wife and she was unapologetic about it. She could do anything to breathe the same air as Aaron Winston.

"I'm... I'm sorry I thought you were my husband." Husband? She's my mother's age! I gave her a fleeting smile. She walked away but she kept turning to look at me. My eyes trailed her until she joined my father in the same seat I was in. That's his wife. That's the woman who replaced my mother. Their son joined them too. The perfect little family! I hate them. *

She giggled. “Go greet your husband, dear.” My mother replied and hung up. Then, she turned to me with a smirk, “You see…you are replaceable, after all. Sophia will be the wife of a trilllinaire now, and after that, she will fuck him, get pregnant with his baby. And even if he finds out later….nothing, and I mean nothing, will separate him from her, While you...” she trailed off, and dropped a document before me. It landed on the floor with a plop, but I didn’t spare it a glance. “Fade away into nothing.”

Too practiced. Then he said it. “She’s not just a friend, Nadine . Sofia is my wife. My real wife.” My jaw clenched before my brain caught up. “What?” “She’s my real wife,” he said again. “You… you were just… filling in." A substitute, I guess.” I waited for him to laugh. For Sofia to roll her eyes and say we’re messing with you. But nothing. No punchline. No wink. No twist. Just silence. And that’s when I realized. I was the only one laughing.

Her lips curled up in disgust instantly and she screeched like tires on the asphalt. “What the fuck?” I stood frozen, taken aback by Aria's venomous tone. "How dare you bump into me?" she spat, her eyes flashing with disdain. "Are you blind? Can't you see I'm trying to walk here?" She sneered at me, her lip curling up in disgust. "You're roaming around this house like you own the place, like you're some kind of queen. Newsflash, sweetheart: you're not. You're just a...a...nobody. A pathetic little wife who can't even begin to understand the intricacies of our family's business dealings."

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

She set the pen down, then took a blank sheet of paper and began writing her final words to the man who had carried the title of her husband for the past two years. The pen moved firmly across the page, pouring out everything in her heart without a single tear accompanying it. «Mike, By the time you read this letter, I can assure you that I will no longer be in your house, nor will I ever be a part of your life again. For the past two years, I have had more than enough of all the cheap drama and rejection you have given me. I'm tired, Mike. I'm tired of being the substitute wife, tired of being treated as a spare tire to fill the place of the woman you worship.

"Remember, you just need to follow what I say. Don't say anything even if someone asks. Keep your mouth shut like a doll that can't talk. Because you're just a substitute." Helga was stunned, her chest rumbling when Zean's last sentence was heard, somehow stabbing her chest. Just a substitute? What did he mean? That made Helga ask a new question. The large door in front of them opened shortly after. That's when Helga got one answer, Zean was getting married. But Helga was a substitute bride. However, there were still many questions that needed answers.