All Chapters of The Wife Swap: Chapter 221 - Chapter 230

Ashley’s POVI was drowning in all the things left unsaid, all the things I never had the courage to express. My breath came faster, shallow as I tried to force myself to calm down. But every thought just made the weight heavier.Faye must have sensed my distress because her arm slipped around my shoulders, pulling me close. Her touch was warm, steady, grounding, but it felt distant, like I was a world away from her, from everyone. I barely registered the gesture, my mind too consumed by the chaos inside. I nodded numbly, barely able to offer her a response. What could I say? Nothing felt right. Nothing felt enough.Hours passed. I couldn’t tell if it was one hour or ten, but every second dragged on painfully. I could barely remember what life felt like before all of this. The world had changed too quickly, and I couldn’t catch my breath.Then, I saw her.Annabelle’s face appeared in the doorway, her expression pale, drawn with worry. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days. My heart

Ashley’s POVAs I stepped into the grand meeting room, it hit me that I wasn’t pretending to be Ashton anymore, not that most of them even realized. But yet, I felt like an imposter. Every step I took seemed heavier, as though the air was thick with judgment. The eyes that turned toward me were cool, calculating, and I could almost hear the unspoken questions echoing in the silence. What are you doing here?I could feel every inch of their scrutiny. It was suffocating. I clenched my fists at my sides, forcing my back straight.Alfred, who had called this meeting, was the first to speak. He sat at the head of the long, dark wood table, his posture impeccable. “I’ll begin with the unfortunate matter of Ashton, my daughter-in-law’s death,” he said, his voice carrying a controlled calmness that I envied. “We are all aware of the tragedy, but I want to stress the importance of discretion. I’ve been working hard to keep the media from running unflattering reports, but as you all know, there

Ashley’s POVThe quiet hum of the vitals monitor was the only sound that filled the room, and I found myself counting the beats as I watched Andreas. His stillness was both a comfort and a torment. The steady rise and fall of his chest was a reminder that he was alive, that he was still fighting, but at the same time, I couldn’t escape the feeling of helplessness that washed over me every time I looked at him.The weight of Ashton’s death still clung to me, pressing me down like the air had been sucked from the room. I missed her—her sharp tongue, her sarcastic smile, her presence that was both maddening and comforting. But now, all I had left of her were memories and the things she’d left behind. And somehow, I had to face them.I glanced at Andreas again, his body motionless on the bed, his breaths shallow but steady. There was a part of me that wanted to shake him awake, to demand he open his eyes and tell me everything would be okay. But I knew better. The doctors had warned us. T

Adam’s POVI stared out the window of my office, my fingers digging into the edge of my desk, as I stared at the city sprawled beneath me, a busy blur of cars and people. The world seemed to move forward, unaware of the reality of my situation. And all of it—the tension, the resentment, the years of waiting—was coming to a head now.Andreas.Just thinking his name made my blood boil. I could still see it clearly—the day my father brought him into our home, as if he were one of us, as if he belonged. I was just a boy, standing there, trying to understand why my father had brought this bastard into our family. I had watched, frozen with disbelief, as my father proudly introduced Andreas—his son from a mistress no one had ever spoken of. There were no apologies, no apologies for the mess it had caused. No apologies for how it shattered everything. I had been the eldest, the firstborn. I should have been the heir, the one to carry the family name forward. But my father had taken that away

Ashley’s POVI stood outside the imposing Thorne Enterprises, and the wind seemed colder as I stared up at the building, the enormity of the situation finally sinking in. My heart pounded in my chest, and for a moment, I thought I might actually collapse under the pressure. I was about to step into a world that had never been mine to begin with—one that felt impossibly distant from the life I had once known.I hadn’t realized just how drastically things had shifted since Ashton’s death. My mind kept going back to the way everything had unfolded—the sudden loss of my twin sister and the unexpected discovery of her will where everything she owned (which included shares she’d been given by Andreas after marriage) should be transferred to me. Me, a shareholder in one of the most powerful companies in the city? It still didn’t seem real. I didn’t belong here. I hadn’t asked for this. But there I was, standing at the entrance to the building, about to enter a meeting that could decide the f