Novel & Cerita The Substitute Wife Book

The dress looked beautiful, the makeup on her face almost flawless, but her heart felt empty. The door to the room opened slowly. A man in a navy suit entered, sitting in a wheelchair pushed by a middle-aged woman. The woman smiled warmly, the same smile from the first time Victoria met her. As if... this wedding was a very exciting thing for her. “Meet, he is my dear nephew. Logan Ashford,” Grace Ashford's soft yet firm voice rang throughout the room. The woman smiled as she looked at the man sitting in the wheelchair beside her. “Your husband,” she added, with emphasis.

It's annoying that he's so cute after we've already kissed! Also, no one will know that we are in the same room because it's just the two of us here in his lake house, so I don't understand where his acting is coming from. That's why the reader of our story called Travis gay. I did laugh, but I can't blame him at the same time because Travis still loses to the old fashioned Filipina girl when it comes to getting a baby, totally! I opened the door for Travis since I was ready. So, that's it

Ava’s POV Every part of me froze as his sharp words felt like numerous knives, piercing into my heart. A torrent of tears streamed down my face, silent and unrelenting. I stared blankly at the man I had loved and married for three years, not knowing I had been nothing but a substitute for the woman he loved. He glanced at me, his jaw tight, eyes unreadable. “We should end this marriage, Ava. Olivia is back, and I’m finally getting married to her.”

“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?”

Inside, two people making calls that would by tomorrow morning change the shape of a story that had started three years ago with a collection taken from a woman who was told she was replaceable. She had not been replaceable. She had never been replaceable. And tomorrow the whole structure built on the assumption that she was would begin to come down. One phone call at a time.

"I don’t have time for your nonsense. You took my phone during the movie, didn’t you? Give it back." "No!" The woman's expression changed. "I won’t give you your phone or that recording. Simon, I’ve been with you for four years! From the moment Emily married your brother until they divorced, I know everything. From the start, I knew you chose me because I look like Emily. You paid me and treated me as her substitute! Now that she’s divorced and back, you want to kick me out? Yes, I’m a substitute, but I have feelings too! I’ve fallen in love with you long ago..."

"Never mind... You should just go home now. If you have a problem with Nora, your wife, solve it nicely. I'm not your escape. I'm no longer a substitute woman when you and Nora have problems." Samuel rose to his feet, still wearing only his underwear, making Rebecca swallow hard. That burly body was so very tempting. Rebecca had a hard time holding back the desire to look at Samuel’s figure. Samuel’s steps slowly but steadily approached Rebecca. "Rebecca, why are you talking like that?" Rebecca took a step back. "That's the fact, isn't it! I'm just a substitute." Samuel sighed heavily. "Rebecca, you are my wife. It's only natural that I come to my wife's place!"

"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...

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 will not stop until I can confirm who that girl is. My phone suddenly rang. An unknown number, I don’t want to answer because it has been called several times. “Hello! Who’s this please?“ No one answered. I was nervous. Who else has scared me? A few minutes later, I heard a woman’s grunt and a man’s voice. I can’t think of anything but my husband and friend in London. Those two are pigs. It annoys me. Just wait for me to give birth and I will come back to you, have fun and enjoy the happy days and when I return all the happy days that you have now, I will replace them with severe pain as I am feeling now. I can’t sleep anymore.