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“You’re attracting other men’s attention too.” The smile on her face deepened. “Are you jealous?” I pulled her closer, tightening my grip further. My voice was low, almost a whisper—but it carried weight. “You are my wife. Stay at home. Be a full-time housewife, or do whatever the hell makes you happy. But don’t waste your time trying to seduce me. Or anyone else. ” Her lips parted, but no sound came out. Just the frozen smile of someone realizing they were playing the wrong game.

The wife swap. Just thinking about how to explain the situation made me want to turn back around and disappear into the night. Telling my father that Ashton wasn’t who she appeared to be, that she and Ashley had switched places, and that the woman I married was most likely no longer alive was a conversation I dreaded more than anything. He wasn’t going to take it well, especially when I didn’t even have all the answers myself.

’ the Alpha announced, “‘However you would in no circumstance open the veil, not until everything is settled and you are out of the pack. He shouldn't know we swapped the bride’’ She turned to her mother with pleading eyes but everyone was too focused on Paris. This hurt her so much that Paris was not the one sent away to her death. she needed their love and support not her. “‘I promised him Paris there is no excuse for mistakes understood”’ He roared at Emandra making her flinch in fear retreating even deeper into her seat, everything felt like a terrible nightmare. One moment she was happy about her wolf and now she is about to be sold as a swapped bride to the Alpha. Everyone was happy an

Since they were so desperate to put on a show, who was I to refuse? "Oh my! What should we do, then?" I asked, feigning concern. "Well," Ian began hesitantly. Then, he suggested tentatively, "We'll have to get divorced first. Then, I'll marry Margaret temporarily to complete the consent process. After the surgery, we'll remarry. Is that okay?" I almost laughed out loud at what an idiot Ian was. Over the past month, my calculated tenderness had led him to believe I couldn't live without him. He naively believed that I loved him so deeply I'd die for him and was foolish enough to agree to Margaret's suggestion.

Just from that sentence, I was certain Abbie had been reborn, too. Unable to argue with Abbie, our parents looked at me with conflicted looks. I understood that gaze for sure. Growing up, I was never allowed to outperform Abbie in school. Whatever nice things she wanted, I had to give them up for her. Even when it came to marrying into the Hanson family to bear their first grandson, they were eager to hand the healthier groom to her. "Let's switch places if that's what Abbie wants. The Hansons only care about who will bear their first grandson, anyway."

This is strategy. "My husband filed for divorce eight months ago," she says, pleasantly, as if discussing the weather. "Turns out marrying someone for financial security isn't as appealing when they can see you doing it." She smooths an invisible crease in her skirt. "I need to start over. You need a marriage that isn't built on fraud. I see a solution." "You're insane," I say. She doesn't even blink. "I'm practical. Annul this arrangement. Marry me. I disappear quietly and no one ever hears about Iris Hartley walking down the aisle as her sister."

"Alright, Marcus. I know what you're angry about. I'll give you a raise tomorrow. I'll even promote you to general manager. Think of it as compensation, and we'll just forget about this whole thing, okay?" Before I could respond, the friend beside me—who had been silent the entire time—spoke up. "Compensation in shares?" He let out a light laugh before saying, "Sorry, Marcus' ex-wife, but Marcus is now a shareholder in our company. Do you think it's appropriate to poach him so blatantly?" Rose's face turned pale. "What did you say? Shareholder?" My friend didn't notice her expression. He leaned toward me with a grin and said softly, "Marcus, so this is the ex-wife you told me about? You turn

"I had one of the greatest weekends ever. But I don't know if it will ever be the same. I'm kind of nervous about the idea of coming out here with the specific intention of wife swapping, which I think is what we're talking about here." "Let's call it wife sharing. How did you feel about being naked for two days?" "I loved it. Didn't expect to, but it was great." "I'd like to try it again," she finally admitted. "And I swear, I don't know if we'd ever find another couple we're so compatible with." "The fact they have a great little cabin out here ain't too bad, either."

"You have to swap places with her." Mrs. Munoz? Conveniently, she was his wife when it suited him. Otherwise, he was marrying someone else. Her heart sinking, she thrashed tearfully. "Trading me for her? You're out of your mind! This is your fault. You two paraded a public wedding, making them think she's your wife." "You know?" He blinked, his emotions swirling.