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The Wife Swap Chapter 23: Flight 237
Ashley’s POVI kept staring into the hallway several minutes after Andreas left before catching myself and remembering that I had a task at hand that day. A task that would either give me the good news that I was longing and hoping for or shatter all my delusions about the whereabouts of my sister, AshtonA black sedan was parked outside the front door as I stepped out, a driver waiting patiently behind the wheel. As I approached, he stepped out of the car, his face a mask of politeness."Mrs. Thorne," he said, his voice formal. "I'm here to drive you wherever you need to go."Despite Nora’s reminder the last time I was about to leave the house that I could call a driver if I wanted, I was still taken aback by the reality that my sister was married into a family where they could each have a personal driver "It's not necessary," I replied finally, trying to sound confident.He shook his head. "Mr. Thorne insisted. He said he didn't want you taking cabs."I raised my brows in confusion,
The Wife Swap Chapter 24: Something about Ashton
Andreas’s POVThere was something off about Ashton. It wasn't just a fleeting impression; it was a nagging suspicion that had been growing stronger with each passing day. It was as if a switch had been flipped during our trip to Aspen, transforming the woman I'd married into a subdued, almost unrecognizable version of herself.Before our trip, she'd been a turbulent whirlwind, her quick wit and unwavering self-centeredness a constant source of irritation and a stubborn streak, that while admirable in some ways especially when it came to how she dealt with the rest of my family, had often made her difficult to deal with. She'd been a woman of strong opinions, quick to argue and slow to compromise. But now, she seemed quieter, more subdued. She was almost too polite, too accommodating as if she were playing a role.At first, I attributed these changes to her efforts to finally try to win my family’s approval. Perhaps she was trying to be more demure and sensitive, to make a good impress
The Wife Swap Chapter 25: Unmasked
Ashley’s POV“The crash was catastrophic.”“It may take some time to retrieve all the information, but we can check the security footage to see if she arrived at the airport.”I didn't know how long I sat outside the airport, Liv by my side in her car with the windows down, the cold air hitting my face. I couldn't shake the feeling of numbness that had washed over me. It was as if my mind had shut down, unable to process the news we'd just received.Liv reached out and took my hand, her warmth a comforting distraction from the chill in the air. I squeezed her hand tightly, grateful for her presence. We sat in silence for what felt like hours, my mind racing with thoughts of Ashton.Finally, I whispered, my voice barely audible, “How long did they say we'd have to wait for the footage to come out?” “A week. Two at most.” Liv responded. Turning my gaze away from the window to look at her, I sucked in a breath to stop tears from escaping "What if they send for us to come and check the
The Wife Swap Chapter 26: Search for clues
Ashley’s POVFaye watched me with a knowing smile as Nora returned with our drinks, breaking the tension that had suddenly enveloped the room at her admission that she knew about the wife swap. The sudden appearance of the housekeeper startled me, momentarily snapping me out of my shock. "What would you like for dinner, ma'am?" Nora asked, her voice polite as she set the drinks down on the table.I tried my best to remain composed, my mind still reeling from Faye's revelation. "Whatever Andreas prefers," I replied, my voice a bit monotone.Nora nodded and turned to leave, her footsteps fading into the background. As soon as she was out of earshot, Faye leaned forward, her eyes filled with concern."Surprised? I didn't mean to scare you with the news" she stated."Who are you?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper.Faye reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. Shifting closer to me, she scrolled through a series of pictures, each one capturing a moment shared between her and
The Wife Swap Chapter 27: Invasion of privacy
Ashley’s POVAs I stood outside Andreas' bedroom door, my heart pounded in my chest. The weight of the situation pressed down on me, a heavy burden that I was struggling to carry. I knew I was doing something wrong, something that could have consequences., especially because I might not even find anything remotely related to getting answers about Ashton’s plans before the crash in this bedroom but then again, I wasn’t about to leave any stone unturned. I couldn't shake the feeling that I had to do something. Something was better than doing nothing anyway. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. I could feel the sweat beading on my forehead, a physical manifestation of my anxiety. I knew that if I was caught, the outcome would be dire. But I was willing to risk it all for Ashton.With trembling hands, I reached for the doorknob. I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with thoughts of what might happen. Looking around one more time to see if anyone was coming and finding no o
The Wife Swap Chapter 28: Red-handed
Ashley’s POVMy hand was already on the doorknob but then, I paused. I reminded myself that I wasn't here for a tour. I was here to find answers, to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. The best place to do that was probably Ashton's room first, not even here, but I wasn't about to leave without searching anyway since that was why I was here in the first place. Turning away from the locked door, I headed towards the drawers, pulling them open one by one. I rummaged through the contents, searching for anything that might be out of place. But all I found were Andreas' personal belongings. There wasn't a single feminine item in sight. A wave of realization hit me. It was clear that Ashton hadn't lived here since they were married. She had told me they were having a spat, which had made me even more surprised when I had first found out that she had a separate room from him but I hadn't thought much about it then because this was a mansion and perhaps she needed her own space but
The Wife Swap Chapter 29: Asshole
Ashley’s POVTwo words. I'm fucked. "What could I possibly be hiding?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. Fear gnawed at my insides as I met his cold, calculating gaze. Had he finally figured out that I wasn’t Ashton? And what was I even going to say if he said that he had?Andreas smirked, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I got a very interesting call from the bank today," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "It seems you made a rather large withdrawal on Friday." My heart pounded in my chest. What was he talking about? I tried to play it cool, even though the only thing I remembered doing on Friday was boarding that darned plan to Aspen after agreeing foolishly to pretend to swap places with my sister. "A large withdrawal?" I stammered, trying to keep my voice steady. "Indeed. A million dollars. I was told that the withdrawal was made around noon and while I wouldn't care what you do with your time, I was told you wanted it in cash, but when I called the house last w
The Wife Swap Chapter 30: A fishing trip
Ashley’s POVThe river glowed under the soft glow of the moon, its surface bubbling like a steaming mug of coffee.A wave of déjà vu washed over me. I recognized this place. It was the river where Ashton and I used to go fishing with our uncle. Ashton had never really liked the water, always preferring the safety of the shore. But I had loved the thrill of casting my line, the anticipation of feeling a fish tugging at the end of my line, and the peace and quiet. As I sat on the boat, staring at the flowing water, I realized I was dreaming again. These dreams had been haunting me since Ashton's disappearance. They were vivid, and detailed, and always left me feeling more terrified than before. I tried to shake off the dream, to force myself awake. But the dream persisted, its images and emotions swirling around in my mind. This time, the dream was different. It didn't show us as children. It was Ashton and I, grown up, sitting on a small boat. Ashton was complaining, as usual. "I'd
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