Wife Swap Homemade の小説・ストーリー

In my last life, I married the gentle tech mogul and my sister married the ruthless Mafia Don. Both our marriages were disasters. Reborn the day before the weddings, I decided we were swapping husbands. My mother caught me at the airport, right before the private jet took off. She pointed a finger at me, furious. "Are you out of your mind?! Who gave you the right to make a decision like this? You had a perfect match with a tech mogul, and you're throwing it away for that… that fucking gangster?"

Katherine's POV If anyone had told me that one day, I'd be betrayed and replaced by my own husband. I would have fought them in his defense, probably beat them up to a pup, because I loved my husband so much and I trusted him with all my heart. I loved him enough to settle down as a housewife, allowed for a surrogate mother because I couldn't bear his heir. I did whatever he told me to do because I was his wife and I loved him dearly. I went as far as shutting out my family from my life because they thought Reynold was a nobody and they didn't want us together.

Kevin raised his right hand and said, "I swear! If I lie to you again in the future, then I am a pig." "You're already a pig! I'm so tired of you!" After bickering, Tianna went to get changed. They went to the supermarket outside the hotel. After all, they had to stay in Swisse for a few days. They would get tired of eating out sooner or later if they were to eat out all the time. They needed to get some groceries if they were to cook for themselves. Tianna took a box of chicken wings and asked, "Do you want to eat chicken wings? I can make braised cola chicken wings for you."

I don't blame anyone but myself for being blind and loving the wrong person. "But what I never imagined was that my wife would help her lover secure his professorship by plagiarizing the thesis that took me six months to complete, and then hire online trolls to spread rumors and slander me." With that, I clicked on a video. "Here, I find myself grateful that my wife doesn't love me, because she never noticed that I have a habit of recording my entire thought process and writing progress whenever I work on a thesis. "Here, indifference has become the most direct evidence to prove my innocence. Of course, I also have several audio recordings and chat logs here. In them, both Anna and Josh admi

The pilled gray four-piece bedsheet set had been swapped for a warm yellow set, and a plate of still-steaming pork chops with greens sat on the kitchen counter. The old, dim bulb had been replaced with a new one, its warm light filling the 300-square-foot basement. In this freshly made-over "home", I was standing on a stool, changing the curtains. When I heard the door, I turned my head and gave Savannah a small smile. "You're back. Dig in while the food's hot. The boss at the market gave it to me for free. These things didn't cost much, either. They're all bargain finds."

“You must make this sacrifice for your family. Your children will want for nothing in this life.” “The dutiful wife?” Fallon questioned. “By allowing him to bed me and bear his idiot young?” Fallon suppressed a smile at her mother’s shocked expression. There would never be children, not with Warren. Four months ago,she had convinced Cook to show her how to prepare a pessary,made of honey and rosin.She had used it, to lose her maidenhead to one of the hands in her father’s stables. Cook had no choice but to help her. She had been stealing from their family for years and Fallon was the only one who knew. If she were to ever tell her parents, the old wretch would lose her tenure and at her age,

They moved back into the house and spend the time chatting and cuddling. ° "We should not cook something traditional today, what do you think?" Rukayyah asked Maaysa, the duo were watching a wedding videotape that Rukayyah had been trying to edit. "Yeah, Ya Mashhub likes those abroad foods." She absentmindedly replied, also trying to help Rukayyah edit. "Yes, you're right. We should make wheat pasta, spinach, homemade sauce, chicken and a side of asparagus. What say?" Rukayyah suggested, closing the laptop and standing up, pulling Maaysa up with her as she did so.

'I can do a lot more if you want. 'No thanks, let's ease into it, please.' I panicked. She was still chuckling. We continued talking like that for at least a couple of hours. And in that time frame, I made homemade ravolis with homemade alfredo sauce. I did some homemade garlic yeast rolls and apple pie from scratch for dessert. I thourghly enjoyed it our conversation. It was almost like she completed me. We talked about Mae and Jade, and we talked about our new life here at MoonLight. She made me promise to take her out and stretch at least twice a week, and one of those times being with Aspen, that way she can also spend time with out mates. WE lost track of time because a very exhausted L

she asked in surprise, watching Briana prepare the dipping sauce. “This is amazing!” Briana exclaimed, delighting in the bite of mango she dipped into her homemade soy sauce mix. “I had Zairus make this for me earlier this morning,” she added with a grin as she continued eating. “You didn’t make him do it?” “No! I even kicked him out of the room earlier because of it,” she replied. “Oh, man! You should just leave your husband,” she commented as she reached for a piece of Briana’s mango. “Kacee!” Briana scolded.

"What did you do to my body? Swap us back!" Julia laughed, covering her mouth. "Why would I? Your body works just fine for me! Aren't you still fooling around with Norman anyway? How does it feel to be a homewrecker?" She looked at me with a mocking grin. I lost it and shoved her aside. Julia stumbled, and her hand hit the side of a pot of boiling soup. A big blister instantly appeared on her hand. Julia screamed, "Ah…! My hand! It hurts!"