Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

James said seriously. I sighed. How do you even become a good wife? I had no experience in relationships. Everything I knew came from TV shows, and even those were limited. “Alright. I guess all I can do for now is wait and do what’s expected of me,” I replied quietly. I shook my head. I shouldn’t be sulking. I’m the only one Normani can count on right now. While she’s unconscious, I have to do everything I can for her. I forced a smile and changed the topic. “Have you eaten?”

“When you have a wife like mine, you wake up feeling like this every day… or at least, you make sure you do.” Davis raised an eyebrow. “A wife like yours? Who brags about their wife in this day and age? Most men are trying to forget theirs exist.” The table erupted in deep, raspy laughter. "There is a difference between a wife and a wife... your wives have been modernized. Mine is traditional and submissive. That's a huge difference, dude. My wife knows her place. I could bring two girlfriends into my house, and she would serve us drinks." The three men blinked at me in awe.

Ava’s POV Every part of me froze as his sharp words felt like numerous knives, piercing into my heart. A torrent of tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting. I stared blankly at the man I had loved and married for three years, not knowing I had been nothing but a substitute for the woman he loved. He glanced at me, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. “We should end this marriage, Ava. Olivia is back, and I’m finally getting married to her.”

"It's a legal marriage, you can't just come and take her place." "Of course I can. She is nobody, Nora. She's just a substitute who is taking my place, but not for long. Egil will never love her as he loved me. As soon as he knows that I'm alive and willing to return to him, he will welcome me and get rid of her. I'll have the support of my father and my brother too." "I guess you have everything figured out then." Nora passes her the bowl of soup with a spoon. Nadia nods and sips the soup she offers.

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.

My head began to spin, but I could still hear the harsh tone in Alana's voice. "Well, did you think you could replace my mother after giving birth to your child? Let me tell you this, Dad agreed to marry you back then because I was young and was in need of a free nanny! If you dare think about replacing my mother, you will be kicked out of the Greenwood family!" I covered my stomach and took a deep breath. "There's no need for the trouble. You're an adult now and I've completed my task. I'll leave... tomorrow."

On the way back, Stacy got into a car accident and died on the spot. Wendy chose to live as her, because she could not bear to let Eric, Stacy’s husband, live alone. No outsider could tell she was impersonating Stacy. However, I was her husband. We lived together for years. How could I not recognize my own wife? I demanded to know why she did this. I wanted to know why she abandoned our son and me. Wendy showed no emotion and pushed me away coldly. “I know you miss my sister, but you cannot mistake me for her just because you miss her too much.”

"Baby... you're incredible." That voice... belonged to her husband. Tristan Kensington. The man she'd been married to for three years. Alena pushed the door open slowly. The scene before her squeezed her heart like a vice. On the king-size bed she'd bought with money earned from her grueling hours at the multinational PR firm, her husband was tangled with another woman. Not just any woman. She was— "SIENNA?!" Alena's voice pierced the air. The cake box slipped from her hands and hit the floor with a crash, making both figures on the bed jolt.

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”

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.