Novel & Cerita Wife Wants To Swap

she said, taking a bite of her pasta. “Yeah, but right now, I don't ... .I'm just confused but I'm sure it will be resolved soon.” I said with confidence as I took a sip of my wine. “Of course it would, you're smart afterall.” I said with a smile, taking a sip from her wine. “I may be smart but I was not smart enough to know when my wife was swapped .” I said nonchalantly. Elara left a sigh, dropping her fork with a slight sound, “Okay, what's your deal? Last time you said we were good.”

She closed the pouch and walked downstairs. Outside Carter Holdings stood a small charity collection supporting women rebuilding their lives after domestic hardship. Elena approached the volunteer. “I'd like to make a donation." The woman smiled. “Of course." Elena placed the wedding ring into the donation box. The volunteer looked surprised. “Are you sure?" Elena nodded. “It belongs to my past." Then she walked away… without looking back.

“My family has arranged a meeting. With a man. Wealthy, powerful, important. They want me to marry him. I don’t want to. But appearances matter. So, you will go in my place.” I laughed, but it cracked at the edges. “You’re insane.” Her eyes never left mine. “I’ll pay you more than you’ve ever dreamed of.” This sounded absolutely absurd, unreal. It sounded intriguing but I had to protest. I stood, shaking my head. “This is crazy. You can’t just swap yourself out with some random girl.” Her voice softened, but it sliced clean. “You already accepted my money, Rae. That makes you mine.” The words rooted me to the floor.

At this moment, my wife Wendy stood beside me with red eyes. She comforted me, saying, “I am sorry for your loss. I didn’t expect that Wendy would…” As I watched Stacy’s body being pushed in, I forced down my grief and pretended that Stacy’s body was in fact my wife’s. Stacy’s face was pale, with no sign of life left. She and Wendy were twins, and no one noticed that Wendy had secretly switched identities with her. I wiped my tears and said calmly, “Arrange the cremation. Let Wendy leave with dignity.”

"You know exactly what we're about to face. But it doesn't matter—we'll be free of his control sooner if we make this money." I smiled quietly, saying nothing. Around us, a few other girls were watching. Axel began his manipulative pitch, telling them the only way to go to Zandumore was through fake marriages. He promised all the husbands would be respectable, high-quality men to reassure everyone.

"You've misunderstood. Poppy and I aren't what you think… I took care of her only because I felt sorry for her." I offered a flat, simple "oh." "Poppy is just a young woman who recently got into college. I hoped you'd be more understanding instead of always assuming the worst about people." He took a deep breath and softened his voice, awkwardly explaining, "You're my fiancee, and the only wife both I and my parents approve of. You don't have to feel so insecure and compare yourself to others…" I had been in a good mood today because Jaguar was making a feast for me. But the moment I heard Adrian's words, I felt completely disgusted and impatiently asked, "Adrian, don't you think you should

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

" What do you want me to do?" "You are a midwife, you should know what to do, I need a male child that will take over my possession when I am gone,".he said. Rosary wandered around for a while. " I have an ideal". "What could that be?". " The other woman that was brought in before your wife, she is also in labor, she has a son, but she passed out during the delivery process, we can switch your wife, dead child, with hers". She said and Wyatt sighed in relief.

I say, stretching forth my hands to shake her because we are not on hugging terms and was the closest I could get to her. She reluctantly accepts the handshake while setting her lips in a thin line, while I control the urge to hold on to her slender hands and creasing it. “So, what is it that you really want to talk to me about?” I inquire almost immediately, genuinely interested in what she has to say. “There is going to be a bride switch at this wedding, and we were hoping to have your full cooperation in pulling this off so that we don’t get into serious trouble” she jumps straight to the point.

"I have heard that... it is not a great idea. But the senior service girls like Jenni, or those who might retire soon... we were spitballing ideas." Nobody was retiring, all the service girls were young and no allowed to date. "Anything else?" "Well... kind of yes. You have to know that the wife exchange, as currently structured, is kind of 'misogynistic' by nature. I know, both guys and girls benefit, but the very name, 'wife exchange' is pretty self-condemning. But when you think of it, maybe a slave auction would be a chance to reverse things, to show you really care by... well... having the MEN as the ones who were auctioned off to service the women. FUCK! That is a hot thought. In that