The Replacement Wife Novels & Stories

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.

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

“That’s what makes it worse.” He rubs the back of his neck. Tired. Torn. Human. “You knew she was part of my past.” “She’s not acting like your past,” I say. “She’s acting like my replacement.” “That’s not fair.” “Neither is loving two women and pretending it only hurts one,” I say quietly. His face tightens. “You’re still my wife,” he says. Not softly. Firmly. Like reminding himself. “For now,” I reply. “Because the contract says so.”

Measuring. Dismissing. “So this is the girl,” she said coldly. “The one who replaced me.” Lina frowned. “I didn’t replace anyone.” “Really?” the woman smirked. “Because you’re standing exactly where I was supposed to be.” That hit. Harder than expected. Before Lina could respond— Adrian spoke. “She’s not replacing you.” The woman looked at him. Hope flickering briefly in her eyes. But his next words destroyed it. “She’s my wife.”

She picked up her clothes from the floor and walked barefoot to the guest room. Aria entered the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water wash over her face. The man’s callous behavior made her feel sad, but she knew that she had no right to feel that way. She was only able to stay by his side because of a red mole on her right earlobe, similar to the one on the long-lost girl Xavier had been searching for. In Xavier’s eyes, she was just a substitute for his unrequited love and a toy that could be easily dismissed with money.

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

“Samuel gave you this pendant when you were kids, right? He said I was his savior. And to this day, he still believes I’m his one and only first love. Haha, Samuel is such a fool! But I still want him for his status, for the Wilson fortune.” Nora moved closer, her voice growing sharp. “You’re just a replacement, Rebecca. Samuel might have slept with you, but he’ll never make you his official wife. His love for you is fake. If he truly loved you, after a year of being his wife, your status as his wife wouldn’t be kept secret by Samuel.” Rebecca held her breath. Her heart was burning, her eyes were hot. But she still tried to be patient. “Don’t ever hope to become Mrs. Wilson. Because that pla

A harsh laugh escaped his throat "Caroline's been gone barely a year and they've already found someone to take her place?" "Look at me," He commanded. When she didn't, his hand caught her chin, forcing her face up. His touch wasn't gentle anymore. "Those eyes..." he muttered. "Caroline had the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen. But you... what are you? Some kind of freak?.You are crazy if you think you could ever replace her.” He straightened his jacket and walked past her as if she were invisible. Olivia waited until his footsteps faded before she ran to her room - no, Caroline's room. Everything in it still belonged to her, the room, the clothes and shoes, and even Clayton, her futur

“Before I left the country three years ago, Dominic proposed to me, he practically begged me to be his wife but I wasn’t ready to settle down just yet so I turned him down and left the country. He didn’t want to lose me, he wanted to wait for me because I am the only woman he has ever loved so he conveniently married a nobody to keep that spot warm and pacify his grandmother, just until I return.” She looked me over from head to toe with disdain yet she maintained the smile on her face. “You were the perfect replacement for me and now that I am back, it’s time for the replacement to be cast aside.” I had no idea that Dominic had asked her to marry him, was that why he had agreed to our marri

His mood had been ruined by her words. “I knew it. There was no way you’d suddenly be this nice to me for no reason.” Belladonna didn’t want to get the wrong idea about the way he was treating her now. She kept reminding herself that she was nothing but a replacement wife— someone who would be cast aside the moment Bianca returned.