Novel & Cerita Swapping Spouse

Which of my half-brothers are being compelled to offer up the chance to find true love by binding themselves to a stranger for ten years…? Surely, it wouldn’t be crown prince Daniel who’s currently betrothed to one of councilman Galewing’s daughters. If I had to place a bet on it, it would be one of the twins… but which one? Archer, being a minute or so older than Angus, is the official ‘spare’ and therefore too precious to have tied to an inter-species marriage. Which means it must be Angus. Whipping out my new phone I type off a quick text message to him. R U IN IT TOO? THIS 200-YR SWAP?

For some reason, she had never liked him. After I got married, I gave up my career and became a housewife. Meanwhile, Rita—who had shared the same dreams as me—kept moving forward, step by step, just like we once planned. She built her career in another city, always busy, while I stayed home focused on Daniel. Slowly, we drifted apart. Scrolling through our chat history, I realized that for a long time, it had just been me sharing updates about my family, praising my husband—while her replies always carried a faint distance.

Financial Responsibility: All living expenses, medical care, and necessities will be fully covered by the husband. No financial claims beyond agreed support will be permitted. Non-Disclosure: The wife shall not investigate, disclose, or question the husband’s business, wealth, or identity beyond what is voluntarily revealed. No Emotional Obligation: This marriage is contractual only. No expectations of affection, loyalty beyond the contract, or emotional dependency. Termination Clause: Breach of contract results in immediate termination with no compensation beyond what has already been provided.

After that day, I walked into my lawyer’s office trying to appear calm. The smell of leather and old paper did little to ease the turmoil inside me. As I signed each document with trembling hands, pretending I wasn’t breaking, my tears fell but I quickly wiped them away, hoping no one would notice. This was it. This was my first real step in cutting ties with Victor Ravencroft, my husband of three years, the man who destroyed everything I cared about along with my sister’s betrayal.

Mom is giving me an imploring look, hoping I'll make some sort of declaration. "I don't think this is so easy," I say. "You're telling us that incest is wrong, but wife swapping isn't?" I ask sarcastically. "I think it's a little late to take the moral high ground, don't you? That train has already left the station."

Roth’s eyes flicker, but he says nothing. Maya presses on. “Additionally, Mrs. O’Brien shall retain sole ownership of her personal bank accounts and other non-marital assets. While she does not hold any investment stakes, it’s important to recognize her substantial contributions to Mr. O’Brien’s personal and professional life throughout their marriage.” She pauses for a beat. “We are, however, requesting a one-time spousal support payment of $50 million to account for the significant disruption caused by the dissolution of this marriage and the emotional distress resulting from Mr. O’Brien’s actions.”

Just poured myself a drink, took a sharp swig, and faced her. "You knew. About the switch. About arranged marriage. About Sylvain." Her brows arched like daggers. "You’re speaking in riddles." "Don’t play dumb, Calliope.You let me marry you under false pretenses. You knew I was promised to her. You knew she saved me in the lab. You let me believe it was you." She laughed, but it was hollow. "What are you even talking about honey? You were married to me. I was there for you in the lab, it has always been me."

What made Sophie, with her local degree, so superior? The bitterness stirred, but I kept it buried, and let sorrow show on my face. "You're right. If you're so dissatisfied with me, then maybe—since Jayden and I haven't married yet—we should just call it off. From now on, let's go our separate ways. It might save us all from suffering later." Just then, Jayden's mother's face flickered with the shadow of a smile. She opened her mouth to speak, but her husband cut in, placing a firm hand on her arm.

“I have noticed that you and my son do not share the same bedroom. May I know why?” My throat felt tight. “I… I think he just wants his own space. Because of work and everything.” She gave a small, knowing smile. “I know my son. When he was with Diane, they were inseparable. She spent almost every night in his room.” She paused, watching my reaction. “In this family, in our world, when a man and woman marry, they produce children. Heirs. That is how legacies continue. So I am telling you, dear, work harder. Go to his room. Sleep beside him. Make things normal again. Do you understand?”

"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.