The Replacement Wife Novels & Stories

“Husband?” “Yes,” I snapped, then caught myself, softening my tone with a sharp inhale. “We were planning to get married. She promised me forever. And then just like that, she replaced me.” I let my shoulders slump, playing the part of the man who lost everything. The woman leaned closer, clearly hooked.

“Don't tell me you've forgotten the mother of your daughter.” “You mean the woman who came to the hospital? What about her? Zara's doing fine now.” “When she agreed to the job, her mother was gravely ill. I promised to pay all of her medical bills if she agreed to carry your child.” Nolan was growing impatient. He was still furious that the woman had deceived him, and now his mother was bringing her back into their lives. If she hadn't collapsed at the hospital, he might never have learned the truth. All that time, he had believed he was married to Zara's biological mother, only to discover she had merely been a replacement.

CHAPTER 1: THE REPLACEMENT WIFE I've always been the spare daughter, but I never thought they'd actually use me as a replacement part. The wedding dress hangs on my closet door like a ghost. White silk, imported lace, probably worth more than everything I own combined. I didn't put it there. I wouldn't touch Felicity's things even if someone paid me. "Iris!" Mother's voice cuts through the brownstone like a knife through butter. "Iris, get in here. Now."

She had the same everything as me! “Does this mean…?” My breathing started to get fast. No. No. No. No. No. I realized at that moment that I wasn't his wife because he loved me. I was his wife because I looked like her. I was just a replacement, a doll he could dress up to play a part. Then, I looked closer at her portrait. My eyes widened, and I felt a wave of pure disgust. There were stains all over the woman's face and body in the picture.

“Benita became a substitute when Rose fled the wedding. Now I'm in love with Benita, but Rose is back and wants to take her place.” His eyes widened in stunned silence, his jaw dropped in disbelief. The words hung in the air, refusing to sink in at first. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Finally, he managed a faint whisper, but even that seemed like too much effort. “So what you are saying is, Rose is your real wife, but you fell in love with her substitute after she fled, and now, the main wife is back and wants to take her place, but since neither of you want to let go, the real bride now wants the substitute dead?”

Sandra hissed, Reginald frowned but Maeve smiled at him, assuring him that it was okay. It wasn’t the first time they bickered anyway but he was just saddened that the former best friends were still at loggerheads. “If you were at his house yesterday, then you should have seen me, right? I’m his wife’s replacement, watching over him in her absence.” The girl realized that his wife was not at the table and was now looking for a way to run. It wasn’t her fault anymore since the focus was to make his wife think that he was cheating on her.

Now, I realized she would have left me, and we wouldn’t be here. “I’m not proud of what I did or didn’t do. But I’m glad you stayed with me. I would have regretted losing you.” I watched Maria as she sat there, and I recognize you and consider our location. You’re mine still. Okay, you aren’t my girlfriend. But you’re my wife.” “That’s another thing David. How did you go from I’m replaceable to you’re my wife and nothing will change that?”

He was so fucked up—literally my husband in name, and a kidnapper on top of that. “Such a feisty woman,” Theodore murmured. “You’re my wife now, in case you forgot.” “If I remember right, you didn’t even attend our wedding—which was today.” I smiled right in his face. “And you already know I’m the replacement bride. Not as pretty as my sister. So how about you shut it?” He didn’t look at me. “Still, you are my wife. So you’d better be on your best behavior—or I can have a talk with your father.”

“Go ahead then. Just say it. What is it? You want a divorce?” “No, no, no, no, no, no, no,” he said quickly, almost panicked. “Why would you go there? That’s the last thing on my mind. I want you back, Monique. I love you. You’re my wife.” I stared at him. “It didn’t look that way.” He frowned. “What do you mean?” “It didn’t look that way when I walked into what I thought was our house and found you with another woman. When I saw her pictures where mine used to be. When I saw my curtains gone, my colours erased. You didn’t just cheat, Ryan. You replaced me.”

He didn’t let go of mine. ‘I don’t know what game you’re playing,’ he said, voice low and final, ‘but Elaina is my wife. So leave. Now.’ I looked at Lisa one last time. ‘You dug up my scars and my past so you could feel superior. Congratulations. Now let me give you something better.’ Adrian’s grip tightened. ‘Elaina, don’t.’ I was so tired of swallowing everything. For a second I almost looked straight at Victor and let the truth spill—let them know the girl they were trying to humiliate wasn’t even the one they thought she was. The words pressed against my teeth.