All Chapters of The Wife Swap: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Ashton’s POVI remembered our first day of sophomore year. The day had started innocently enough, but it quickly turned into one of those messes that only I seemed capable of getting myself into. As usual, I had done something reckless—something that could have gotten me into serious trouble.I had been caught, of course, red-handed and thoroughly guilty, but Ashley had stepped in without hesitation. She’d told them it was her fault, that she’d been the one who made the mistake, even though I knew it wasn’t true. She had shielded me without a second thought. And everyone believed her. She was the “good” twin—the calm, reasonable one—and I was always the one in trouble.I hadn’t really understood why she did it, not fully. Why would she take the fall for me? She knew I was the one who’d screwed up, yet she still protected me. The words she’d said to me on the way home stuck with me, though. We had walked in silence for a while, the weight of what had just happened causing the air to fe

Ashton’s POVThe moment I pulled the blindfold over my eyes, my world dissolved into darkness. Every sound became amplified—the hum of the engine, the faint rustle of his jacket as he shifted beside me. My heart raced, but I forced myself to breathe deeply, counting each inhale and exhale like it was the only thing tethering me to sanity.I felt every bump in the road, every sharp turn. Each jolt made my stomach churn, but I refused to let fear take hold. Andreas was tracking me—I clung to that thought like a lifeline. The plan had been for tracking devices to be sewn into my undergarments, specifically my bra incase I was kidnapped and now it had come in handy, with Kennedy thinking he’d won some small victory after throwing out my jewelry, never suspecting I’d outsmarted him."You’re awfully quiet," Kennedy said after a long stretch of silence. His voice was low, casual, but it carried an edge that made my skin crawl."What do you want me to say?" I replied, keeping my tone steady.

Ashley’s POVAshton.Her name was a constant mantra in my mind, the only thing tethering me to sanity. Ever since Kennedy claimed she was alive, my sister was all I could think about. I pictured her daring grin, the way she’d charge into trouble without a second thought.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing the memories to come back, to drown out the voice. Ashton teaching me how to ride a bike when I was too scared to let go of the handlebars. Ashton pulling me behind her when the neighborhood bully tried to take my lunch money. Ashton sneaking into my room the night out parents died, holding me as I cried. What if Kennedy had lied to get me worked up? What if all of what he’d done to me was just to drive me insane? The sound of the door unlocking shattered my thoughts, making me jump. My heart raced as I scrambled to my feet, pressing my back against the wall. Kennedy stepped inside, his smug grin making my stomach churn. “Well, look at you,” he said, his voice dripping with fake

Ashley’s POVThe woods felt endless, the shadows stretching around us like a living thing. But Ashton’s strength kept me moving, her unwavering resolve giving me something to cling to. As the minutes dragged on, the faint sound of something—voices, maybe, or footsteps—echoed in the distance.The clearing was a sudden break in the oppressive darkness of the woods, the faint glow of headlights cutting through the gloom like a beacon of hope. I clung to Ashton, my weight sagging against her as she helped me limp forward. Relief and exhaustion warred within me, each step feeling like the last I’d ever take. Then the sound of a car approaching reached my ears, and I froze.Ashton’s body went rigid beside me. “Stay here,” she hissed, pulling me back into the shadow of the trees. Her arm tightened around me, steadying me as we crouched low, her sharp eyes scanning the approaching vehicle.I didn’t dare breathe, every nerve on edge. What if it wasn’t Andreas? What if it was Kennedy? My mind r

Andreas’s POVThe drive to the hospital felt endless. The sterile lights of the hallway greeted us as we entered, the hum of fluorescent lights doing nothing to soften the silence. I could feel the tension in Ashley, her body stiff beside me, as though she was bracing herself for what she was about to face. I wanted to say something, to tell her that it was okay, but the words felt empty.We reached the mortuary, and the chill of the room hit me as soon as we walked in. The air was thick with antiseptic, the stark white walls and cold, metallic surfaces making everything feel more like a nightmare than reality. It was the last place I ever wanted to be with Ashley, but I knew this was something she needed.She stepped forward, her movements slow, almost as if she were afraid to disturb the stillness of the room. I could see the trembling of her hands as she reached out to touch the sheet that covered Ashton’s body. Her fingers lingered for a moment before she pulled back, almost as if