Novel & Cerita Swap My Wife

Suddenly, I recalled that day last week, when I was teaching kids how to arrange flowers, a little girl had looked up at me and asked, "Sir, what is love?" "Okay." I heard myself reply to Wendy. The next day, she took me to register our marriage. The certificate seemed to shimmer, and I couldn't help running my finger across it. She leaned in close, her breath brushing past my ear. "I'm Mrs. Graham now." The word "Mrs. Graham" made my ears burn red. Yet, my mind drifted to the sunflower in the shop that always turned toward the sun. My phone vibrated in my pocket when we were sitting in a café. I picked up, and Penelope's voice came through. "So, you're in Baurisse."

We had struggled through thick and thin, and just this year, our company had finally started to hit its stride, with revenues crossing the 10-million mark. What a "true love" she had—coming back only when our company became successful! Just as I was thinking this, the screen flickered again, revealing two new lines of text. [The soul-swap system has been activated. You may designate two individuals to swap souls. [Available subjects: Declan, Camilla. Do you wish to swap their souls? Yes. No.] I couldn't wait to see what would happen once the "dream girl" got a taste of Declan's life—his body, his wealth. I'd love to see if she still believed in "true love" then.

The expression on ‘my’ face got colder. This reminded me of how I would be the one with the pitiful expression if we had not swapped bodies. What would Seth have said if I had been the one who grabbed his shirt? "Let's get divorced, Seth." I was silent for a while before looking right into his eyes. "There’s no way I can fall in love with you again, which means the counter will never hit a hundred. The counter will be useless after we get divorced. I'll be Seth Rothman from now on. It's not a bad thing that we can't switch back."

In the end, the bodyguards dragged him out. Soon enough, word spread across high society. Everyone knew Harvey had tried to have it both ways and betrayed me in the process. His wife-swapping scandal became a running joke among people. Now that I was Shawn's wife, I cut all ties with Harvey. Shawn feared that I would be upset with all of this incident, so he took me to Eldham for our honeymoon. He treated me with care, pampering me as though I were the most precious thing in his life. He even gave me everything I asked for.

she replied, sending the message. He took a few minutes, but finally replied back. "Yep. It's me. Do you think we can text over the phone?" he asked. "Would your husband mind?" She giggled, quickly writing back. "I assume you've seen my videos on Camille's Creations. My husband and I are deeply devoted to each other and like to share ourselves with a small group of other swingers. He won't mind me talking to you, but anything other than that, and he gets involved. Deal?"

Sofia’s P.O.V Roman stared at me for a moment. I gulped. “I-I was just— “ Within minutes, his hand reached and grabbed my waist. He pulled me to him, and I slammed into his chest. He shut his eyes before he placed his lips against mine. My eyes widened, but when I remembered I was his wife now I let him. My lips gave way, and his tongue slipped in. His tongue found mine, and they circled for a minute. One hand pressed against my back, and the other tightened the grip he had on my waist.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“I hope I can find a man like your dad.” Forty years of marriage is no joke. These days, couples break up even before they get married. Walter looked at me as his parents walked back to the rectangular platform and the emcee took over once more. “Before you wish for a man like Dad, you should become a woman like Mom,” he said, then helped me take my seat. His parents cut the cake and had their arms twisted as they romantically fed each other. After that, they settled on the red sofa, while the emcee spoke again.

"I haven't forgotten..." "You're forgetting right now. Right here in this moment you're forgetting that I'm your wife. That I stayed when she left. That I chose you when you were broken and angry and barely capable of being kind to me. That I fought through your walls and your damage and your parents' disapproval to build something real with you." My voice cracked. "And now she shows up with a positive test and suddenly I'm back to being the replacement bride watching you consider whether the original model might be the better option after all." "Eve, that's not..."

I kicked the door closed and turned to face my wife. Now, it was just the two of us. I shrugged and casually waved my sword. “Hello, swan. You look ravishing as usual.” Her eyes narrowed. They were not blue anymore. They were now black. But I don’t believe I had completely lost her. My wife was still there inside her. I could feel it. In a blink of an eye, she was already standing before me. She was fast, as fast as me. Swan had surpassed Dimitri’s skills which was only natural since she was a hybrid. We were truly a match made in heaven or should I say hell? But it doesn’t matter.