Swap My Wife Novels & Stories

They all laughed, and then Beth said to Marge, "Would you like to go for a baker's dozen?" Marge looked at George, silently asking for his blessing. George looked up at Beth, and said, "I assume there would be quid pro quo?" "Of course!" she said with a wide smile. "That's how a wife swap works, isn't it?" She turned to Gary, and said, "Bring up some nice dance music, honey. That was so much fun at the resort." Using his phone as the remote, Gary switched the TV to automatically cycle through their vacation slide show, and then started a play-list of slow dance tunes.

Liam cleared his throat behind her to signal her to calm down. Jovia snorted and turned away. Liam changed his attitude. He came to my bed with a fake smile. “Moon went to get breakfast. Well, Stella, Jovia and I talked. You lost your legs saving Tommy, and because of that, Tommy can’t just ignore you. “We spent the whole night talking to Moon and Tommy. Moon agreed that Tommy will marry you, but the wedding arrangements with the Sullivan family are already set, so we can’t change that. We’ll just switch you in. Everything else will stay the same. How does that sound?”

"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."

" I heard Wade say. “Yes, I am the woman everyone is talking about. I am Sarah Washington?'' Wade pointed at her, yes, this is my wife.'' I kissed her and rubbed her stomach. We're going to be expecting our third child. I smiled at my wife and kissed her nose. I whispered in her ear, I love you! She giggled and moved away from my reach. "Oh No! You don't, you. I grabbed her, and I was spinning her around; she was laughing, and I was laughing. We stopped spinning." I love you too, big Mario"

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

Mother nodded firmly, determined to find me a husband better than all three of those men combined. After Mother left, I strolled to the kitchen in high spirits to check on the pregnant sow in the pen. When the physician diagnosed Jennifer with triplets, I had already heard the news. At the time, I happened to overhear the servants mention that one of the pigs was also pregnant. A plan formed instantly. I decided to have the system swap the sow's litter with Jennifer's babies. Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets.

I never once regretted it. I had felt that way until I saw what happened in that chapel. My heart was broken. I regretted it. Fortunately, it was not too late. I still had a way out. I could still cut my losses. I would die on our sixth wedding anniversary as revenge for Olivia’s betrayal. I composed myself and opened the door. My son, Bryan Spencer, was standing there holding David’s hand. I had just witnessed my wife cheating on me with him. The sight of him stirred an immediate sense of disgust within me.

"Let's get officially married tomorrow morning. Don't you think it's about time you give me legal status as your spouse?" The next day, I was dragged off to register our marriage before I could process what was happening, making us legally husband and wife. Soon, we threw a magnificent wedding. As we spent more time together, we seemed to share an unspoken understanding, as if we had been best friends for decades. Keeping Jaguar by my side made my life incredibly fulfilling. Before long, I discovered I was pregnant. Jaguar was ecstatic and turned into my 24/7 private nanny, always staying by my side.

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."

Since they were so desperate to put on a show, who was I to refuse? "Oh my! What should we do, then?" I asked, feigning concern. "Well," Ian began hesitantly. Then, he suggested tentatively, "We'll have to get divorced first. Then, I'll marry Margaret temporarily to complete the consent process. After the surgery, we'll remarry. Is that okay?" I almost laughed out loud at what an idiot Ian was. Over the past month, my calculated tenderness had led him to believe I couldn't live without him. He naively believed that I loved him so deeply I'd die for him and was foolish enough to agree to Margaret's suggestion.