All Chapters of The Wife Swap: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Ashley’s POVWhen I opened my eyes, the world around me was still a gray blur. The room—the same windowless prison I’d woken in before—felt like it was closing in on me. The walls seemed to hum with a silence so heavy it pressed against my chest. I had no idea how long I’d been there. Days? Hours? Time felt meaningless. My body ached from sleeping on the hard bed, and my wrists throbbed from the tightness of the ropes Kennedy had used to bind me.I couldn’t remember falling asleep again, but I must have, because the nightmares had come again. Disjointed images of Ashton, of Andreas, of faceless figures chasing me through endless darkness instead of saving me from Kennedy. I jolted awake with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs, only to freeze as I saw him. Kennedy. He was sitting just a few feet away, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. He was calm—too calm. Like he’d been watching me for hours. The corner of his mouth twitched upward in what I assumed was mea

Andreas’s POVThe Thorne Mansion loomed before us, its towering presence more fortress than home. I walked beside Ashton, frustration tightening my chest. For days, we’d been chasing shadows, desperate for any sign of Kennedy, hoping he’d slip up. But every lead came up empty, and time was slipping through our fingers. With Ashley still missing, the pressure felt unbearable, each passing moment a reminder of how little progress we’d made.Ashton hadn’t spoken much on the way here, and I hadn’t pushed her for conversation. I could feel the tension in the air between us, and a part of me felt terrible for going off on her and adding to her guilt but there was no time to feel sorry for what I’d done. Not when every second felt like a countdown. Her plan to lure Kennedy out was risky, and I wasn’t sure it was working. Every corner we turned, every glance we cast over our shoulders, felt like it was leading us deeper into a game I wasn’t sure we could win.I tried not to look at the mansio

Andreas’s POVThe weight of my father’s words still stayed on my mind as I walked toward the entrance of the mansion. It wasn’t quite an apology—Alfred Thorne didn’t do apologies—but it was close enough. A subtle acknowledgment of his failures, wrapped in his typical challenge for me to prove myself. Somehow, it was enough. For now.Ashton stood near the grand iron gates, arms crossed as she stared out at the driveway. She looked restless, her sharp eyes scanning the approaching rain clouds. I was about to call her name when the sound of footsteps drew both of our attention. Amarinth and Thomas were walking toward us, their umbrellas raised against the growing drizzle.“Amarinth,” I greeted stiffly, nodding to her and intentionally saying nothing to Thomas. I had nothing to say to him and it was a miracle that I was still able to comport myself without reaching out to punch his face for what he’d tried to do at the birthday party.Thomas barely spared me a glance, his attention fixed

Andreas’s POVThe rain started as we hit the highway, a steady drizzle that blurred the world outside the car. Ashton sat quietly in the passenger seat, her fingers drumming against her knee. I kept my focus on the road, but the silence between us was heavy.Finally, she spoke, her voice softer than before. “You really love her, don’t you?”The question caught me off guard. I glanced at her briefly before returning my eyes to the road. “Yeah,” I admitted. “I do.”Ashton gave a small, humorless laugh. “I never thought I’d hear you say that about anyone.”“Why’s that?” I asked, my lips curving into a faint smile despite the tension.“Because you’re…you,” she said, gesturing vaguely. “The Andreas Thorne. The guy who doesn’t get attached. I mean, don’t get me wrong, you were always nice to me even when I was nothing but an irritant. But this? This is different.”“It is,” I said simply. “She’s…different. She’s everything I never knew I needed. And when this is all over, I’m going to do wha

Ashley’s POVFor a moment, his grip slackened, and I sucked in a desperate breath, coughing as oxygen flooded back into my lungs. He stepped back slightly, staring at me as though he couldn’t believe what he’d done. His hand hovered in the air, trembling.“I’m sorry,” he muttered, almost to himself. His face twisted, guilt flickering in his eyes for the briefest moment before it was consumed by the same blazing fury as before. “Of course you didn’t know. How could you? You’ve been too busy pretending to be her.”My heart dropped at the venom in his voice. I pressed myself further against the headboard, desperate to create distance between us.“Kennedy, please,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm, steady. “I don’t know what’s going on, but—”“Shut up!” he snapped, cutting me off. “She lied to me. She deceived me. She let me believe she was dead while she’s been out there—alive!” His voice dropped into something cold and sinister, the fury simmering into something more dangerous. “She