All Chapters of The Wife Swap: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Ashley’s POV“Tell me what you like, Ash” A voice whispered in my ears and even though I already knew this was a dream, the last thing I was expecting was for it to feel this real. My thoughts had moved so far away from the moment that I did not realize that my legs had been separated until a warm wet tongue licked between my folds, causing me to groan and shut my legs together around the head of my tormentor. As if that could stop him. Looking down at him, our eyes met and I sucked in a breath. Andreas Thorne. My sister’s husband. Hands moved all over my body and I felt my nipples being sucked on both sides even as the tempo increased between my legs. The pleasure was almost blinding and I could feel my insides tighten as I surrendered to the ecstasy that their ministrations brought. Maybe because this was a dream, I was able to allow myself to enjoy the pleasure of being thoroughly eaten out by him because here, we were nothing more than man and woman. Such simplicities were a lu

Andreas’s POVThere was something off about Ashton. It wasn't just a fleeting impression; it was a nagging suspicion that had been growing stronger with each passing day. It was as if a switch had been flipped during our trip to Aspen, transforming the woman I'd married into a subdued, almost unrecognizable version of herself.Before our trip, she'd been a turbulent whirlwind, her quick wit and unwavering self-centeredness a constant source of irritation and a stubborn streak, that while admirable in some ways especially when it came to how she dealt with the rest of my family, had often made her difficult to deal with. She'd been a woman of strong opinions, quick to argue and slow to compromise. But now, she seemed quieter, more subdued. She was almost too polite, too accommodating as if she were playing a role.At first, I attributed these changes to her efforts to finally try to win my family’s approval. Perhaps she was trying to be more demure and sensitive, to make a good impress

Ashley’s POVFaye watched me with a knowing smile as Nora returned with our drinks, breaking the tension that had suddenly enveloped the room at her admission that she knew about the wife swap. The sudden appearance of the housekeeper startled me, momentarily snapping me out of my shock. "What would you like for dinner, ma'am?" Nora asked, her voice polite as she set the drinks down on the table.I tried my best to remain composed, my mind still reeling from Faye's revelation. "Whatever Andreas prefers," I replied, my voice a bit monotone.Nora nodded and turned to leave, her footsteps fading into the background. As soon as she was out of earshot, Faye leaned forward, her eyes filled with concern."Surprised? I didn't mean to scare you with the news" she stated."Who are you?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper.Faye reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. Shifting closer to me, she scrolled through a series of pictures, each one capturing a moment shared between her and

Ashley’s POVMy hand was already on the doorknob but then, I paused. I reminded myself that I wasn't here for a tour. I was here to find answers, to get to the bottom of whatever was happening. The best place to do that was probably Ashton's room first, not even here, but I wasn't about to leave without searching anyway since that was why I was here in the first place. Turning away from the locked door, I headed towards the drawers, pulling them open one by one. I rummaged through the contents, searching for anything that might be out of place. But all I found were Andreas' personal belongings. There wasn't a single feminine item in sight. A wave of realization hit me. It was clear that Ashton hadn't lived here since they were married. She had told me they were having a spat, which had made me even more surprised when I had first found out that she had a separate room from him but I hadn't thought much about it then because this was a mansion and perhaps she needed her own space but

Ashley’s POVThe river glowed under the soft glow of the moon, its surface bubbling like a steaming mug of coffee.A wave of déjà vu washed over me. I recognized this place. It was the river where Ashton and I used to go fishing with our uncle. Ashton had never really liked the water, always preferring the safety of the shore. But I had loved the thrill of casting my line, the anticipation of feeling a fish tugging at the end of my line, and the peace and quiet. As I sat on the boat, staring at the flowing water, I realized I was dreaming again. These dreams had been haunting me since Ashton's disappearance. They were vivid, and detailed, and always left me feeling more terrified than before. I tried to shake off the dream, to force myself awake. But the dream persisted, its images and emotions swirling around in my mind. This time, the dream was different. It didn't show us as children. It was Ashton and I, grown up, sitting on a small boat. Ashton was complaining, as usual. "I'd