Swap My Wife Novels & Stories

Celine Sherman and I were supposed to get married on the same day. Three days before my wedding, by the uncanniest of coincidences, I found out that my fiancé, Andrew Hammond, intended to swap the two wedding cars intended for Celine and me, respectively. Celine was supposed to marry into the struggling and powerless Wright family, but Andrew planned to have me take her place. His words came as a huge shock to me, and it was something that I never would've seen coming.

I could not hold myself up. Fake. Forged. A lie. The words bounced around my head like bullets. If the files were fake... Then Rita never lied to me. She never cheated on me. The baby was never another mans. "Adrian " I choked out. My throat felt like broken glass. I could barely speak. "Are you absolutely sure? Are you telling me... Are you telling me that my wife was telling the truth?" "Yes I am telling you that someone did a lot to destroy your marriage sir. Someone paid a lot to make you think she betrayed you."

This is strategy. "My husband filed for divorce eight months ago," she says, pleasantly, as if discussing the weather. "Turns out marrying someone for financial security isn't as appealing when they can see you doing it." She smooths an invisible crease in her skirt. "I need to start over. You need a marriage that isn't built on fraud. I see a solution." "You're insane," I say. She doesn't even blink. "I'm practical. Annul this arrangement. Marry me. I disappear quietly and no one ever hears about Iris Hartley walking down the aisle as her sister."

She sighed and said, "Marcus, stop overthinking, okay? You're wearing me out. I promise, once we get back, we'll have our wedding. Just let it go and go home, alright? Besides, we're already legally married; what's there to worry about?" So, she really didn't realize she'd already signed the divorce papers. And now she was trying to brush me off with the promise of a wedding—just to keep me from ruining their honeymoon. The more I thought about it, the more absurd it seemed. "Our wedding?" I let out a scoff, pulled the divorce agreement from my bag, and thrust it into her face. "Looks like you really do have a terrible memory, Rose. Did you forget we're already divorced?"

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.

"This will make it better to feel your cock as you ram into my ass again and again. It should be better for you also. But before we get to ramming my butt, I want to do something I believe we will both like." This was where the man who started the wife exchange had a moment of doubt. Ramming her butt was one thing, but he had wondered if any husband would agree to the next step. Would he allow such a thing? On one hand, it was the next step, who was he to judge? On the other hand, it was another step beyond the bounds of convention.

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

“You only need to be my wife for a year, until I really get back everything that's rightfully mine! After that you can leave me and go wherever you want!” My smile widens when I remember what Mr. Walters said a few days ago, when he offered me this marriage. A marriage that can be a way out to save my father's company, as well as to save Wendy, my half-sister who I should hate but unfortunately I really love to death. Taking a deep breath, I made up my mind again. All right, let's just get married!

"Can I?" She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing red. She buried herself against my neck. "Yeah." I'd guessed right. She liked "being saved", especially when it was a typical "knight in shining armor swooped in to save damsel in distress" sort of situation. That night, Savannah and I went from being husband and wife only on paper to being a real couple in every sense. I didn't change my hairstyle, and once the lights were off, it was my name that she called.

Wade said. “Yes, I am the woman everyone is talking about. I am Sarah Washington is?'' Wade pointed at her," Yes, this is my wife.'' I kissed her and rubbed her stomach. We are going to be expecting our third child. I smiled at my wife, kissed her nose, 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 stop spinning," I love you too, big Mario"