Swapping Wives Stories Novels & Stories

Maribel sympathizing: "That's what wives do, Sera. As partners we help each other." Me, working double shifts, coming home exhausted to an empty apartment because Adrian was "working late." Again. Always. Maribel bringing wine and tissues, her arm around my shoulders. "He's just stressed, sweetie. You need to be more understanding. More supportive." The miscarriage. Twenty-eight years old, bleeding on the bathroom floor, screaming for Adrian who was three hours late. When he finally arrived, he helped me clean up couldn't even look at me, he'd stared at his phone instead of at me.

Before Elena could speak, Adrian’s phone lit up on the seat between them. A message flashed across the screen. **Ask your new wife if she can swim. Clara couldn’t.** Elena read it. So did Adrian. And this time, the controlled, untouchable Adrian Blackwood looked afraid.

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.

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“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…”

" I was so furious I nearly rolled my eyes. He wanted to know what donating sperm felt like? What kind of idiotic excuse was that? I took a deep breath and forced down the urge to deal with his stupidity right there and then. At that moment, all I wanted was peace and quiet. "I don't care what your reason was. Deal with this immediately and get them out of my sight." Ryan nodded and was just about to speak when the two women instantly put on pitiful expressions and began their performance. "Ryan, you can't send us away." Martha burst into tears. "We're just country girls. Our family's poor, and life hasn't been easy. "To come to the city, we even sold the dozen chickens we kept back home. Th

Then, she'd turned around and used my excessive losses as an excuse to transfer all my shares, along with my luxury car and villa, to Leon as compensation. And as the final nail in the coffin, she even filed for divorce and kicked me out of our house. I'd ended up homeless on the streets, and that was when the loan sharks came to me. I belatedly found out there were dozens of massive loans under my name, each worth tens of millions of dollars. They'd chopped off my fingers and beaten me half to death, demanding I pay them back. I had no other choice but to call Gemma for help, but she and Leon had been busy celebrating the hundreds of millions of dollars in dividends they were about to recei

All the same, I managed to ask amidst tears droplets and surprise “You slapped me, hubby?” Then, he blurted out at once as though he was waiting for me to speak. “Yes, and I will do it again and again. I have heard people say that they mistakenly married witches instead of wives. I thought they were fairy tales, now I can see the wisdom in their claims.”

"I had one of the greatest weekends ever. But I don't know if it will ever be the same. I'm kind of nervous about the idea of coming out here with the specific intention of wife swapping, which I think is what we're talking about here." "Let's call it wife sharing. How did you feel about being naked for two days?" "I loved it. Didn't expect to, but it was great." "I'd like to try it again," she finally admitted. "And I swear, I don't know if we'd ever find another couple we're so compatible with." "The fact they have a great little cabin out here ain't too bad, either."

“I know. But I am not afraid, Damon. That woman inside is not only a Vampire-Mage Hunter. She is also my wife and the mother of my little girl. I will face her and bring her back.” I stepped into the barricade and immediately dodged the flying vase which hit the door. And there, I saw her, in the middle of the living room with her sword attacking Jonathan, the latter was not fighting back, he was merely blocking her attacks. I came here expecting the worse, but my jaw still dropped when I saw Swan fighting barefooted with nothing but her black lingerie on. I turned to the doorway and saw the warriors. They were still bleeding and yet, they still had the nerve to goddamn peep. Their eyes were