The Replacement Wife Novels & Stories

I kept thinking to myself ,what kind of trickery is thi "I cannot believe that you are the replacement Jane handed me my coffee and sat opposite me " I was called in last week and when I found out that you or the person that was going to be working for last week I cannot believe it even when your wife saw me and she pretended like I wasn't around she knew that I was the replacement without a doubt .

“That’s disgusting.” She snorted. “I went through a lot waiting to make you my husband, and with all the women out there wanting a piece of you, of course, I have to stay on guard.” I sighed dramatically. “With a wife like this, what more could a husband ask for?” Seeing the scene, Sarah was so furious her teeth nearly shattered from grinding. She turned on Tim and demanded, “What exactly did you do? When did you replace it?” Tim’s eyes reddened as he explained, “Sarah, let him go. He doesn’t love you anymore. We’re already married anyway. Let’s just live our lives, okay?”

Like I was a ghost. And maybe I was. Because the girl he married was dead. And the woman who replaced her? She wasn’t asking for power anymore. She was taking it.

distant, meaningless, drowned out by the violent pounding of my heart. Because right in front of me… My husband was holding another woman. Her..The redhead I knew all too well. The same woman who had humiliated him… abandoned him at the altar… and disappeared without a trace. And yet..There she was. Pressed against his chest like she had never left.And there he was.Holding her like I had never existed. I stood frozen outside the glass door of his office, forced to witness everything in painful clarity. There was no curtain, no shadow,nothing to soften the blow.

Her words echoed in the air, and everyone around exchanged glances, nodding in agreement, unsure how to react to the tension. “Why is the boss getting angry at madam? I thought he'd be happy she's back.” “Shh, don’t say anything if you value your life. Let the boss hear you, and you might not leave here in one piece.” My wife? I almost scoffed at the word that left her mouth. She wasn't my wife, and she certainly wasn't my Emily. My Emily had died a year ago in an accident orchestrated by her father. This woman before me was just a replacement, and a replacement didn’t have the right to touch me—especially not when I despised being touched.

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

I said and pushed her back with her arm, making sure to leave her staggering on her feet. "Who the hell do you think you are?" She sneered at me. "You think you're some sort of trophy? Let me remind you that you're only a replacement. My replacement." "You're wrong about that. My husband was never into you. You should know that very well by now." "He was never into me but he got married to me? He got me pregnant?!" She snickered. "You're delusional, Mira Kenton."

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "You're not a puppy but my wife, of course I’ll have to come looking for you, especially after what I said on the dance floor... I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" "Save it," I cut him off. "Correction, I’m your pretend, replacement wife. The actual one's at home, probably wondering how the gala is going or if I’ve killed you already. If you really felt sorry, you'd have considered my feelings before spitting out those trashy shit that came out of your mouth earlier."

Eric looked startled and said aggrieved, “What do you mean? I’m your husband. Are you still thinking about another man?” I ignored him and finally spoke to her calmly. I said, “Even if you pretend to be Wendy, it is useless. Her position has already been revoked, and the company already has a new general manager.” After her staged death, someone quickly replaced her. She looked like she had been struck again. She glared at me and became hysterical. “Was this your doing? What right do you have to take my position?!” I shook my head lightly. “Go home and live your life. Stop clinging to illusions.”

Eyes are like a stone that has no emotions. " You will marry that son of Williamson. Mrs. Williamson had already chosen one for him. I have already taken care of the girl. You have to appear as the girl. Don't worry. Use your real name. Your information will be locked. You have to gain his trust. Enter his company and give me all the information I will ask for. Did you understand?" Alisha nods. She laughs at her luck that she is going to be another substitute. This time she would be a wife directly.