All Chapters of The Wife Swap: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Ashley’s POVLiv stared at me, her mouth slightly agape. When she didn't say anything, I continued, “I know, it's a surprise to me too! I didn’t expect it either,” I confessed, my voice laced with anxiety. “I keep thinking it’s wrong, especially with everything that’s happened. But it’s there, and it’s complicated. I shouldn’t be feeling this way at all.”Liv took a moment to process this revelation, her expression shifting from surprise to concern. “I mean, I suspected something was off between you two. You’ve been...different, but I didn’t want to jump to conclusions. But now? It makes sense.”“Does it?” I asked, my heart sinking. “Because it feels like a betrayal to Ashton. I should be grieving her, not developing feelings for her husband, no matter if they weren't really together or anything.” I looked around, my voice dropping to a whisper.Liv leaned closer, her voice softening. “Hey, you’re allowed to feel conflicted. Just because Ashton’s gone doesn’t mean you have to shut d

Ashley’s POVThe air in the house had grown tense over the past few days, thick with unspoken words and lingering tension. I found myself avoiding Andreas at every opportunity, slipping into different rooms, burying myself in tasks, or simply finding excuses to stay out of sight. It felt easier that way, safer. After all, it was for the best, wasn’t it? Keeping my distance meant fewer chances for awkward encounters, fewer chances to get tangled up in whatever this mess between us had become.Last night, I’d been curled up in the living room, pretending to read, when Andreas walked in. I could feel him before I saw him, the air between us crackling with tension. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and I reluctantly looked up.“The gala’s tomorrow,” he said, his voice flat, though his eyes seemed to study my reaction. “You don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”I hesitated, searching for the right words. A part of me wanted to stay hidden, to avoid the public eye and any further entanglem

Ashley’s POVAs the car pulled away from the restaurant, I leaned my head back against the seat, closing my eyes for a moment to collect myself. The weight of the day pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. Thomas’s words, the confessions, the insinuations—it all stirred together, leaving me feeling utterly out of control.And then there was Ashton. My sister. My other half, or at least she used to be. I couldn’t wrap my head around it—her affair with Thomas, the secrets she had kept. How much more was I going to discover about her life? How had we become so distant that she’d hidden something this monumental from me?Growing up, Ashton had always been the daring one, the one who spoke her mind and pushed boundaries. I remembered us as kids, playing by the old oak tree in our backyard. Ashton had always been the leader, coming up with wild adventures and pulling me into her schemes. Even when I hesitated, worried about getting caught or breaking a rule, she’d flash that mischie

Ashley’s POVMy stomach twisted at his offer. It felt like a strange blend of necessity and forced interaction, the two of us trapped in this uncomfortable dynamic. “Are you sure you want to?” I asked cautiously, a part of me dreading the thought of being so close to him while we were still caught in this tension.“Why not?” he replied, his gaze unwavering as it met mine. The intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine. “Let’s just get this over with.”I nodded, feeling the weight of his words settle between us, thickening the air. There was a strange formality to our interaction, a reminder that while we were physically present with each other, we were still worlds apart emotionally.As Andreas moved closer to assist with the dress, the heat radiating from him was a stark contrast to the coldness that had enveloped us for so long. His fingers brushed against the fabric as he adjusted the straps, and I had to fight the urge to lean away. This was supposed to be a simple task, ye

Ashley’s POVAs we finished our meal, a comfortable silence settled around us, and I found myself grateful for this moment—one where we weren’t arguing or avoiding each other. But deep down, the reality loomed like a shadow. I had feelings for him that wouldn’t just vanish with a friendly dinner and a few kind words.The waiter cleared our plates, and I glanced at Andreas again, trying to memorize the contours of his face—the way his smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the warmth radiating from him. I wanted to savor this moment for as long as I could, knowing that the night would eventually come to an end and that if all things worked out, I would probably never have the opportunity to sit in front of him like this again.The drive back to the house felt like a blur. City lights streamed by outside the window, but my thoughts consumed me. I replayed our conversations, searching for meaning in every word he had said.When we arrived, I stepped out of the car, my heart racing slig