True Wife Swapping Stories Novels & Stories

My husband stared at the video sent by his assistant, his disbelief evident as he turned to me. "All this time, you were upset with me, insisting on returning to your family while pregnant was all because they were causing trouble behind the scenes! Fiona, this is outrageous! And no matter what, Sharon is still their wife and daughter-in-law!" I lowered my gaze, watching his angry expression in silence. They had done far worse. In my previous life, to ensure Brian and Sharon had an heir after her infertility, they swapped my daughter for Sharon’s tumor. The thought made my eyes drift to the tiny bundle in the bassinet. My daughter slept peacefully, her chest rising and falling softly.

It was as if the dramatic scene from moments ago had never occurred. I turned to Jaguar and furiously demanded, "Your family is filthy rich. Why on earth were you pretending to be a helpless stray?" He locked his eyes on me and suddenly said, "When I told you I knew you in my past life, I wasn't lying to you… "I don't know if it was a dream or if I was truly reborn, but in that past life, you married Adrian. You were really unhappy, and while you were pregnant, he repeatedly cheated on you.

The opportunity arrived sooner than I had expected. Late one night, I was awakened by the sound of a heated argument coming from my father's study. Hence, I quietly got out of bed and went to take a look at the commotion. "I've had enough, Dad!" Alex's angry voice rang out from within the study. "Look at the state Jennifer is in! How much longer are we supposed to tolerate this?" "What choice do we have?" Dad shot back. He continued, "Do you want us to tell everyone the truth? We found our biological daughter and used dark magic to swap her body with our adopted daughter. Then, we ended up making a mistake! Are you trying to destroy our family's reputation?"

"What's wrong, Cindy? Are you feeling sick?" When she looked up in his arms, Julia was wearing her own face once again. Norman recoiled in shock, shoving Julia away. "Julia? Cindy? What's happening?" Julia was just as confused. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. Norman opened the letter that came with the divorce certificate with trembling hands. [Norman, I don't know why, but Julia and I swapped bodies. Maybe you should ask her. But I know everything you did to her and to me these past few days. You disgust me.

"Three years ago, Stephanie got into a fight with a woman at a bar, and she splashed acid in her face. We settled the incident out of court, and the victim's family signed an agreement that they wouldn't file a lawsuit against her. The case was dismissed. "Five years ago, Stephanie crashed into a man, and he lost his leg in the accident. I settled it out of court for two million dollars, and he agreed not to report it to the police." I flipped to the third photograph. It was a picture of a young man, stapled directly to a death certificate. "This is from six years ago. He was Stephanie's boyfriend at the time. When she tried to break things off, he refused to let her go. She hired a group of

He commanded, "Seize them both, and don't forget about the Lanes at Mt. Crowfrost. Tie them up and send them off to Northo so they can experience firsthand what it's like to end up in the hands of abusive sadists!" Wilson had gotten to the bottom of the truth—that Frank and Sheila had orchestrated the baby swap that had ruined Ivory's life. There was no difference between a planned baby swap and child trafficking. And so, shipping Frank and Sheila off to Northo was also the best way to punish them. They, too, could get a taste of what it was like to have their lives stolen from them!

"Oh, Lizzy. How could you be so dumb? You see what I told you, Mark? I told you that you picked the right side in the end. If you had gone against me and taken sides with Lizzy, what would have happened to you? Today would have been the day you say goodbye to this world. I told you not to trust her and she proved me right. As for you, Lizzy, did you think I was that easy to kill? Or that I was that easy to fool? Even the wheelchair I gave you was bugged, which means that any conversation you have while sitting on it gets to me, even if you're outside the house. It was a good thing Mark came on his own to tell me about your plans. Otherwise, I would have dealt with both of you. But I wanted h

"No, Your Majesty, I am telling the truth. I was your maid twenty years ago, when you gave birth to your first child. But the one of the twins were stillborn. He did not survive the delivery. I was heartbroken for you and your husband. I wanted to spare you the pain of losing your child. So I did something terrible. I swapped your baby with another one. A baby that was born in the same night, in the same castle. A baby that belonged to me." Alexander turned to the old maid and glared at her, “Stop mother. Stop trying to play the victim here. You know that’s not the reason you exchanged me from birth. The old maid spoke again, her voice soft and sorrowful. "Alex, I am sorry for what I have do

" I hit the gas and drove off. I returned the gift, went back to my apartment, and packed my things. Now all I had to do was wait for the appointment—then I'd be moving in with my new groom. After dinner, one of my studio colleagues called. I braced myself, thinking she was going to tell me we'd lost money on canceled wedding flowers. I was about to say I'd cover it—but she was crying. "Ms. Powell, what do we do? The national floral exhibition project—Derek stole it. They bid half our price. "But the flowers are already on the way. If we lose the deal, we eat the cost ourselves. That's easily over a million…"

A new place, a new chapter. A few years later, Sophie was also arrested—charged with defrauding Jayden's family. Her case opened a floodgate of investigations, uncovering countless other scams. The amount of money involved was staggering. She was sentenced to life in prison. I felt nothing about it. Maybe this was what people meant when they talked about karma. Years passed. One evening, pregnant and calm, I walked along the river with Nick. The scenery was gentle, and we breathed it in quietly. I had slowly stepped back from my family's business and was ready to devote myself entirely to our new life, to the child soon to arrive. Nick seemed content with that. He held my hand as we walked,