Swap My Wife Novels & Stories

"You changed me, Adriana. You are not a monster, you are my wife and you have a beautiful heart. You are only saying this because you don't remember everything about you and I don't care if you don't remember but I want you to remember something, I love you." Ema stared at the good man for a second and had another flash. She sniffled and obeyed her instincts, Their lips locked.

The Healer backed up instinctively, pressing himself against the wall. “So, let me get this straight,” I said, my voice low, tight. “You’re telling me my wife—” “Ex-wife—soon-to-be,” he corrected too quickly. I glared. “—my wife is pregnant, and you were careless enough to let someone swap out the evidence?” He swallowed. “I didn’t think—” "Clearly."

Actually, she's getting nervous because he's not sure how long their conversation will last. Really don't know; before, she really wanted to talk to Ronnie; why now that she's pregnant, her feelings have changed? It's as if there's someone else she wants to see. The man hugs her back, but while her soul is away from him, the man just says, "I think we should get married." Ava Nicole brushes off his hands and then faces him. She swallows her saliva first and then returns to sitting on the sofa, which the man follows.

I only wanted to wait until later to switch our identities back so I could protect your reputation. "It's all my fault. You can beat me or punish me however you like, but please don't say I stole anything." The Crown Prince immediately pulled her into his embrace and looked at me coldly. "Ms. Genevieve, since you were unwilling to marry me, why come here now to make a scene? Cordelia rescued you from an awkward situation. Instead of being grateful, you slander her? "I only recognize Cordelia as my wife today. Since we have exchanged vows, this is heaven's will."

"You have to swap places with her." Mrs. Munoz? Conveniently, she was his wife when it suited him. Otherwise, he was marrying someone else. Her heart sinking, she thrashed tearfully. "Trading me for her? You're out of your mind! This is your fault. You two paraded a public wedding, making them think she's your wife." "You know?" He blinked, his emotions swirling.

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

She gasped when she realised her legs were in the air and one hand was hanging on my shoulder while the other was fisting my sky blue faded shirt. "Get me down.. what are you doing? Someone will see us like this", she said, panicking as if I am not her husband but her secret boyfriend. "Baby.. I am your husband. Remember we just got married two months ago and our official honeymoon was still left. Then how can you forget such a heartthrob handsome boy?", I say and she looks at me with a flushed face and gazes down. 'Don't forget she has a bigger following than you, Karan. And just to remind you, the way you were looking and acting a minute ago was like a hungry wolf getting ready to eat his

“We’ve come too far not to be.” “Okay then,” Lila said, stepping back. “Say it before you change your minds.” Jason reached for Bella’s hands. They were cold, trembling a little. His thumb brushed over her knuckles. “I, Jason Reed…” He swallowed. “Take you, Bella. To be my wife.” Bella blinked hard, her lashes catching the light. “I promise,” he said, his voice rough, “to love you. Even when everything else turns against us. Even when I’m not sure I deserve it.”

Every month on the 15th is the day I swap lives with Melody Foster. 18 years ago, a hospital mix-up places our IVF embryos in each other's mothers. After the truth comes out, my biological parents want their real daughter, and my adoptive parents want theirs. They arrange for Melody and me to rotate between the two homes on a monthly basis, switching every 15th. From then on, I become the burden neither family wants. In whichever home Melody stays, there are endless snacks and drinks, thousands of dollars in monthly allowance, and the sunny bedroom is always reserved for her. In whichever home I stay, there's nothing but plain meals and a windowless storage room. 18 years later, I

“Husband?” “Yes,” I snapped, then caught myself, softening my tone with a sharp inhale. “We were planning to get married. She promised me forever. And then just like that, she replaced me.” I let my shoulders slump, playing the part of the man who lost everything. The woman leaned closer, clearly hooked.