Wife Swap Homemade 소설 & 이야기

Even their weddings had been held separately. During the evening banquet, David slapped the table with joy. He immediately promised Abbie a luxury villa and 10 million to ensure a smooth pregnancy. He even declared that if the baby turned out to be a boy, he would inherit the entire family fortune.

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.

Her authoritative nature seemed to place her in charge, and I found solace in her unwavering support. As the call came to an end, I returned to the living room, where Lex stood before a cabinet adorned with displayed photographs. The images of our past had been altered, some discarded, while a new family portrait took center stage—a depiction of me, Mama, Papa, and even Lolo. The absence of our wedding portrait felt like a void, a stark reminder of the choices that had led me down a different path.

I squirm out of Vincent's grasp, catching a trace of sickly sweet scent lingering around him—one that isn’t mine at all. "While it's true that the Moonlake pack is going to form a bonding alliance with the Brownstone pack, my future mate isn't necessarily you." ... I stared at the soda can tab that Vincent Sawyer, my future mate, had slid onto my finger. For a long time, I couldn't utter a word. The loud music and the sounds of chatter, which made up the boisterous atmosphere, died down instantly. The guests' murmurs soon filled the room. "What's that? It looks like a can tab…"

Early in our relationship, I deferred to Ian on almost everything. But then, I casually mentioned that I didn't care about his wedding gift during our engagement. As a result, Ian's family prepared a hilariously small amount of money. When we exchanged our wedding gifts on the day of our wedding, my family presented them ten whole crates of cash and valuables while his side handed over a measly 1,100 dollars. This incident rendered my family the laughingstock of Galehaven's elite for some time. And that was just the beginning. Whenever I let Ian handle something, he'd always opt for the cheapest, laziest solution. At first, I thought he was simply clueless about social etiquette, but I event

] Then she forwarded another article: [If a Woman Isn't Savage Enough, She'll Never Keep Her Place—3 Tricks to Control a Cheating Man] I pretended to hesitate, then waited ten minutes before replying. "Will that... actually work?" She answered immediately. [Obviously! Why would I ever hurt you?] I replied like I was torn. "Okay... I'll try." *** The next afternoon, Mom and Zoey showed up empty-handed. The second Mom walked in, her eyes started darting around the suite.

I was swamped—back-to-back video calls, constant business trips. A week later, my studio finally made the news. That day, my father called me for the first time—on his own initiative. His voice was softer than I'd ever heard it. "Heard your project's doing well." "Mm." "Come home for dinner sometime. I'll have the cook make your favorites." I didn't say yes. I didn't say no. His change of heart came for two reasons: I'd actually made something of myself. And everyone in the circle knew that the Powell family's invisible third daughter had married the heir of the Kraft Group.

“Miss Jane, I know you had no choice but to choose me. If you don’t want to get pregnant, I won’t force you.” I froze instantly. Why was Marcus acting differently from our previous life? Subconsciously, I turned around, only to accidentally crash into his chest. The scent of cedarwood mixed with leather surrounded me, cold and clean. I quickly looked up at him and spoke seriously, word by word. “Marcus, I chose you willingly. I’ll take responsibility as your wife. We’re family now, and I hope we can get along well.” A slight ripple passed through his eyes. “Alright. I’ll be a good husband, too. But there’s a secret I need to tell you…”

Blood is thicker than water, and nothing you do can change the fact that we're family. Instead of arguing, I reached into my purse, pulled out my phone, and brought up a photo. I held the screen right in front of his eyes. It was a picture of the back of my hand from three years ago—raw, blistered, and horribly mutilated. The scalded skin was a bloody, infected mess, left completely untreated until the flesh around it had turned swollen and red. "Stephanie did this to me." I swiped to the next few photos. They documented my forcefully shaved head, followed by the nude photos Stephanie had taken of me after ripping my clothes off.