Swapping Spouse Novels & Stories

I asked, they both exchanged the same worried looks. “we know you have issues, with Harris” Jill confessed, I opened my mouth to protest but they only nodded, showing how understanding and sure they were of what they just confessed. “It’s okay Andy, that’s why it’s called marriage, most people have issues at their first year of marriage” Jill added, I was still looking at them, surprised and confused. Should I deny it? No! It’s better to keep it that way!

It was more of what he would do when he found out the truth. "I believe it's a mix-up somewhere, somehow something must have happened..." "Nne, stop rambling, what is it?" he chided his wife. "Dorine is not the twin that has been living with us...as...as Matthew's wife," she started. "What do you mean?" "The twins switched persons on the day of the wedding, the twin our son married, was not the twin that came home with him...as his wife." she wheezed out. "Excuse me? How was that possible?"

“Cons: rushing into something new right after leaving a marriage. Feeling like I’m running instead of standing on my own.” Sophia leaned closer to the screen, scrolling through the numbers. She added salary comparisons, time commitments, emotional risk ratings she made up on the spot. “Equal partners,” she whispered, typing the words into a cell. “Nothing more. No dinners. No expectations. Just work.” She stared at the spreadsheet for a long time. The numbers blurred. Memories of empty dining tables mixed with the way Adrian had looked at her in the garden. The black dress. The way he’d called his lawyer to undo everything.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

The liquor wasn't the right brand. To them, nothing I gave them was good enough. During dinner, they put on that fake act and told me, "These days, respectable people don't treat marriage like a business deal. Nobody expects the families to bankroll the whole wedding anymore." Then, they gave me a pointed look and added, "In your case, you have no parents to put anything together, and no one in your corner. It'd be pretty shameless of you to expect us to spend a fortune on an event like that."

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."

I was required to sacrifice whatever Vivienne sought. In regard to the matter of marrying into the Romano famiglia and bearing their first grandson, Mom and Dad consistently prioritized Vivienne, arranging her marriage to the healthy Dominic. "I'm willing to switch if that's what Vivienne wants. After all, the Romano famiglia is only concerned with who produces the first grandson," I said nonchalantly as I accepted the bouquet from Dominic. There were two cars parked outside. There was Julian's Ferrari, complete with a red carpet and heaps of flowers, and Dominic's plain sports car, which looked quite unremarkable in comparison.

After walking out of the pack house, I thought I would break down and cry. But I didn't. I just felt empty. There was a huge hole in my chest. The cold night wind howled right through it. The lingering agony from Damien's rejection was a constant, dull throb. My phone vibrated. It was a text from Damien. "I have withdrawn the announcement of our mating ceremony. I informed everyone that we will not be mates due to incompatible personalities. From this day on, we are no longer connected in any way."

"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.

I blinked, all wide-eyed and innocent. "What are you talking about? I'm not Evelyn Everton. My name's Evelina Everton." Their faces froze as I laid it out. "What, planning to swap my score? Too late. I legally changed my name before the SATs—eighteen, remember? The one who tested was Evelina Everton. "As for Evelyn Everton, the one you messed with? Her family doesn't play nice. Hope you're ready for the fallout."