All Chapters of The Wife Swap: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Ashton’s POVThe plan started falling apart the moment I realized I had forgotten my checkbook at the airport. It seemed like a small inconvenience at first, something I could easily rectify by rescheduling my flight. I was already running late, and missing the flight felt like just another delay in the long string of chaotic events in my life. Frustrated but not panicking, I headed back to the check-in counter, paid the fee, and got myself booked on a later flight.I remember sitting in the airport lounge, annoyed at the wasted time, scrolling through old photos on my phone. I wasn’t paying attention to the news on the overhead screens until a sudden hush fell over the room. The low buzz of conversation died out, replaced by the urgent, grave voice of a news anchor. "We have breaking news," she said. "A commercial flight from Aspen has crashed shortly after takeoff. The details are still emerging, but initial reports indicate there are no survivors."My blood ran cold. That was my fl

Andreas’s POVI could feel my pulse pounding in my ears as we hurried downstairs. As Ashton began her rapid recount of events—the years of manipulation with Shawn, the schemes she had played a part in, and then the relentless terror from this stalker, it felt as if each revelation was slicing away at whatever small thread of control I had left. She was talking, filling in the gaps I hadn’t known were there, but the fury boiling inside me made it hard to process anything beyond the sheer audacity of it all.I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing myself to keep quiet, to hold back the thousand things I wanted to yell at her. Not here. Not now. I needed to find Ashley first. The anger could wait. But it was there, simmering just below the surface, my whole body practically vibrating with it. When Ashton finally finished her hurried summary, there was a tense silence between us. I looked at her, just staring, momentarily unable to find any words that could cut through this thick fog of

Ashley’s POVThe dull, throbbing ache in my head dragged me from unconsciousness. My eyelids felt impossibly heavy, as though they were weighted down, but I forced them open, blinking into the dim light of the room. Everything was blurry at first, the shadows around me shifting as I tried to focus.It wasn’t until I tried to move that I realized something was wrong. My arms didn’t budge. I tugged harder, only to feel rough, biting pressure around my wrists. Panic surged through me as I twisted my hands, the ropes scraping against my skin. I glanced down to confirm what I already feared—my wrists were bound tightly to the arms of a wooden chair. My chest heaved, and my breath came in shallow gasps as I tried to process what was happening.Where the hell was I?I struggled harder, ignoring the sting as the ropes cut into me. “Hello?” I called out, my voice shaky. The word echoed back at me, swallowed by the room’s oppressive silence. My heart pounded as flashes of memory came back—the p

Andreas’s POVThe silence in the house was suffocating, pressing down on my chest and making it hard to think straight. Each tick of the clock felt like a hammer to my skull, stretching every second into an eternity. My mind raced, replaying everything—every moment with Ashley, every interaction with Kennedy, every creeping unease I’d brushed aside.She was gone. Not just gone, but taken. And the one who took her wasn’t a stranger—it was Kennedy, her childhood friend. Kennedy, who had been right under our noses this entire time.I ran a hand through my hair, gripping it at the roots as I tried to focus. The air felt heavier in the stillness of the house. It was like the walls themselves were holding their breath, waiting for me to do something.I turned to Ashton, who sat stiffly on the edge of the couch, pale and distant. She hadn’t said much since Liv’s call, but I didn’t have time for her to process things at her own pace. Not now.I crossed the room, stopping in front of her. “Ash

Andreas’s POVThe air in the room felt thick, oppressive, as if we were all breathing through water. Liv’s frantic breaths echoed in the silence, her footsteps pacing back and forth. Her eyes flickered between Ashton and me, searching for any sign, any answer that would make sense of this nightmare.Her voice trembled when she finally spoke, “We need to call the police. They can help find her—”“No.” The word came from both Ashton and me at the same time.Liv froze, her eyes widening in disbelief, then narrowing with something that almost looked like anger. She opened her mouth to argue, but I cut her off before she could say anything more.“No police.” My tone was firm, low, but unwavering. “We can’t involve them. Not yet.”Liv threw up her hands, her frustration boiling over. “Are you kidding me? Andreas, Ashley is missing! She could be—God, I can’t even say it, but you know what I’m thinking. And you’re just going to sit here and not call the police?”Her words hit me like a punch