Wife Wants To Swap Novels & Stories

Checking the name, she was surprised to see it was Paul. "What's up?" His face appeared on the top right corner of her vision. "Nothing much. Although I have a scenario here which might be more comfortable for two." "What is it?" she asked. "A wife swapping scenario. Seems that this couple are interested, but want to try it in X life before making it real. Interested?" "What's the f*e?" "About five hundred each." "I'm in!"

The expression on ‘my’ face got colder. This reminded me of how I would be the one with the pitiful expression if we had not swapped bodies. What would Seth have said if I had been the one who grabbed his shirt? "Let's get divorced, Seth." I was silent for a while before looking right into his eyes. "There’s no way I can fall in love with you again, which means the counter will never hit a hundred. The counter will be useless after we get divorced. I'll be Seth Rothman from now on. It's not a bad thing that we can't switch back."

Rage boiled over, and I stormed up to the stage, slapping Selena hard across the face. Her eyes immediately reddened, and tears streamed down her face. “Trish, I can look past how you always make my life hard. But this is my wedding!” she cried. “Who has ever heard of giving a bouquet back after a swap? These glass bouquets are all over online shopping platforms for just ten bucks. Fine, I’ll give you a hundred to make up for it!”

"We both know you're just after some rich woman. How pathetic—whoring yourself out like this. Does Charlene know you used to be a con artist?" "Shut the hell up," Zach snapped, his face going pale as he quickly checked if anyone had heard. Shirley gave him a scornful look and silently reached out to the system in her mind. The system's voice echoed back. "You have one last swap left. Charlene has beauty, intelligence, an ideal figure, and more. You can pick one to take for yourself." Shirley answered urgently, "I want to have her background. I want to live her life."

I hated how pretentious he was, and he hated how little I resembled a proper woman. Our life together hadn't been any better than hers with Blake. Within a year, we split. So this time, I figured—why not let Sarah marry John? John lived close to home, and even if things didn't work out, at least she'd have family nearby. That was still better than being stranded alone on Scholcher Island, mistreated with no one to turn to, slowly wasting away in silence. As I thought this, I clung to her hand, pestering her with all the charm I could muster. In the end, she let out a sigh and nodded.

I also reasoned that we would be honest with each other if we had a swap together and that she would be doing it too and not just me getting her back for what she had done. Tabbi was reluctant, but she did agree only if it was what I truly wanted. She had lots of questions for days. She wanted to know who we would be swap with. I assured her that it would only be a couple with whom we all have chemistry for one another. I also promised that we could take it slow and be sure everyone was comfortable.

Vivienne continued to struggle violently, yelling, "You'll meet a horrible end, Isabella!" I regarded her with a stoic expression, feeling no stir of emotion. Mom and Dad pondered the situation for a moment before letting out a sigh and moving out of the way. Vivienne resisted to the end, leaving nothing but a trail of spiteful swearing as the police officers escorted her. Dominic and I went ahead with the wedding after her departure. In the midst of the floral arrangements and radiant lighting, the atmosphere was ethereal. I maintained a regal and elegant presence as I stood there in my white wedding gown.

Mother nodded firmly, determined to find me a husband better than all three of those men combined. After Mother left, I strolled to the kitchen in high spirits to check on the pregnant sow in the pen. When the physician diagnosed Jennifer with triplets, I had already heard the news. At the time, I happened to overhear the servants mention that one of the pigs was also pregnant. A plan formed instantly. I decided to have the system swap the sow's litter with Jennifer's babies. Jennifer was now strutting around and flaunting her belly in front of me every day, completely unaware she was carrying piglets.

She cut him off, "That's enough. Drop the act. Tell Jordan the wedding goes ahead in two days. If he doesn't show up, I'll marry Danny instead." Daniel looked as though he had to physically restrain a grin. … Two days passed. I didn't appear. Winona hadn't been bluffing. She walked Daniel to the altar and went through with the ceremony. When it came time to exchange rings, her hand began to shake. She couldn't bring herself to let him slide the ring onto her finger. None of the guests had expected a groom swap. They offered their congratulations through strained smiles. By the time the last guest left, I still hadn't walked through the door.

Final. The whole swap was doing something to my nervous system that I did not have adequate language for. That was the explanation. That was the only explanation I was accepting. Three people in a penthouse, two souls in the wrong bodies, weeks of proximity and high stakes and the permanent sense of standing on a floor that might give way at any moment — of course my instincts were misfiring. Of course my wolf was confused. She was operating in conditions that pack biology had not prepared any of us for, in a situation where the man I was married to looked like someone else and the man I was supposed to find nothing more than inconvenient looked like my husband and every sensory cue she had