The Substitute Wife Novels & Stories

The woman's shoulders appear to be trembling, her face covered by her hands adorned with diamond rings. On one hand, Adaline feels pity. On the other hand, she feels that she must show more compassion to herself. Because now, the figure her husband once loved is back. And that makes Adaline realize that her own position is not secure. The beloved wife has returned, which means she must revert to her role as the substitute mother. Yes, she's just a surrogate mother figure, and she shouldn't expect more. Unconsciously, Adaline strokes her belly. Her presence now seems significant because of the fetus inside her. But if the fetus is no longer there, she's clearly nobody.

I was not that type. I hissed in pain as he pinched my chin further, “Why are you doing this to me? I am your wife now!” A different glint of wickedness could be seen in his eyes when he heard those words. His tightly shut, straight lips formed a smirk as he said, “Really? You are not my wife but a f*cking substitute! For some money, you agreed to become my substitute bride!” His tone and gaze had disgust attached, and I couldn’t help but justify it.

“You slept with a stranger and showed up at my family’s doorstep like some innocent girl. You think that doesn’t raise questions?” “I didn’t know it would be you, Callum,” I whispered. “If I had known… maybe I would’ve walked away.” Silence stretched between us. His jaw tightened. He poured another drink but didn’t take it. “She did the same thing, you know,” he said suddenly. “Lied. Played me. Left when I needed her the most.” I blinked. “Who?” “The woman I was supposed to marry.” He didn’t say more. Didn’t need to.

“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?”

"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..."

“Thought you'd be too busy keeping up with your Botox appointments.” Her smile thinned. “Oh, please, Lucia. Let’s not pretend you belong here. You may have gotten the title, but you and I both know this isn’t real. Just a cover-up marriage, isn’t it?” My fingers twitched around the clutch in my hand. She leaned in slightly, voice low. “You think this changes anything? You’re still just the substitute bride. The one they picked to take my place when I said no.” My jaw tightened, but I stayed still.

You’re just pretending to be me to get close to him! ‘‘Then you need to give me five million dollars so that I can assist you in getting my husband...’’ I made the offer, and she was completely taken aback; her pupils drew wider as she looked at me in utter amazement. ‘‘It doesn't matter who the substitute is, because I am now married to him. And as his wife, I have the right to do those things with him, don't you think?’’ She remained mute as she continued to stare at me.

"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."

The small crowd gathered behind Sebastian were also shocked stupid. Mary turned and looked at Sabrina, then said to Sebastian, “This…this…woman…no…no…I mean…I don’t know your wife…What I meant to say was…this woman, since young…she had been stealing since she was twelve….and…later on, she quit school and headed down south, she…had been selling...selling…” “She’s my wife.” Sebastian interrupted Mary. Plop! Mary fell to the floor in a heap.

The small crowd broke into an excited murmur. "Yes, she's the one," a woman said excitedly. "I saw her on the news. Her husband is going around with that supermodel, Isla." "I heard the Alpha is replacing her. How true do you think that is? From the looks of it, that might have happened already. I mean, look at the state of his wife." I shrunk away and tried to block out their words, but that only made the pain more prominent. Sobbing, I tried to get up.