The Replacement Wife Novels & Stories

The crowd blurred into a sea of indistinct faces, curiosity and skepticism woven into every gaze. Then, Mrs. Whitlock appeared. Poised. Impeccable. She stepped smoothly to her husband’s side, completing the picture. The three of them—standing together in the center of the grand hall, a perfect family tableau. But to Nina, it felt like she had been pasted into the frame, an imposter among them. And then the greetings began.

"Replace her, according to what my wife said." Robin said excitedly, "Yes, sir." He had wanted to replace this arrogant woman long ago. Robin was exhausted. Replacing her suddenly, who was he supposed to find to fill the spot? Ida was stunned. Looking at Amanda sitting down, she asked arrogantly, "Amanda, why are you replacing me? You have no right to replace me!" Amanda asked casually, "Why don't I have the right to replace you? My husband is sitting right here. I'm replacing you in front of him. Has my husband said anything?"

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

Ariana said and even leaned closer to Nicholas to emphasize her point. “Tell me… Wasn't I supposed to be Nicholas's wife or even just the biological mother of his kid? But my dear liar sister took my place and pretended to be me. You shamelessly got married to the man I was supposed to marry, for fuck’ sake!" Ariana yelled and continued. She was serious now. "Not only that, you even stole my kids right under my nose after giving birth to them and made me believe they died, you crazy bitch. And oh! Don't forget to report that, too.

"I'm offering you a secretarial position as well as ten million dollars in exchange for being my wife." What in the world is going on here? "Are you crazy?" I stated. "No, but I'm sure you're the wonderful woman I'm looking for to fill in for my wife. To fill her empty space, and save my reputation." He smirked, "Ten million dollars just pretending to be my wife, after that we can file a divorced when I found out where my wife hiding." He's asking me to replaced his wife's position. I am tempted, but he's insane...

“So, to the main reason we’re here. I need more information about what you were talking about the other day.” Zina leaned back. “Oh, that. What part?” “Ethan’s wife. How did she die?” Zina’s expression changed. “I can’t tell you exactly how it happened.” Mia waited. “But just know that Ethan killed her.” Mia’s face remained composed. “But every news report said it was an accident.” “The Brooks are very influential people.” Mia narrowed her eyes. “So why is he getting married so soon after her death?” “He needs to secure his position. And he needs a child.”

Stellina felt there was something odd because Diego had no care about his wife’s body and allowed it to be gone as if it was just an animal carcass. “How could I explaini this situation to my mother and sister?” asked Stellina again, trying to defy her bad thought. “You don’t need to worry about that. I will tell them,” answered Diego casually. “Why? Shouldn’t it be me?” protested Stellina. Diego chuckled softly. “Then what do you want to tell them? That you were forced to sacrifice yourself to be my wife’s replacement for the sake of your father’s treatment?” guessed Diego, hitting the bullseye. Stellina said nothing upon hearing Diego’s statement.

“I came as soon as I heard. You poor thing. Married to the wrong sister? I knew you’d mess up without me.” He stepped back, blocking her from entering. “What are you doing here, Claire?” She peeked around him and saw me. Her smile turned sharp. “So this is the replacement. Cute. But we both know she’s not me.” I walked over slowly. “I’m not a replacement. I’m his wife.” Claire laughed. “For now. The board is already questioning this little arrangement. I told them I’d be happy to step back in. Fix what you broke.”

"I haven't forgotten..." "You're forgetting right now. Right here in this moment you're forgetting that I'm your wife. That I stayed when she left. That I chose you when you were broken and angry and barely capable of being kind to me. That I fought through your walls and your damage and your parents' disapproval to build something real with you." My voice cracked. "And now she shows up with a positive test and suddenly I'm back to being the replacement bride watching you consider whether the original model might be the better option after all." "Eve, that's not..."

I wrap my arms around her waist, “I want the world to know you’re my wife. If I gave you the job, you wouldn’t need those interviews. You are good enough to work here, Elanor.” Ellie places her hands on the planes of my chest, “I have mixed emotions. I don’t want to hide that I’m your wife, but at the same time, I want to prove I did it on my own.” “That’s why I kept you as Elanor Davidson, but I will gladly change it to Sturgis in the future.” I tell her. The elevator dings. Ellie pulls away, “I’ll see you at lunch Mr. Sturgis.” She gives me a wink.