All Chapters of The Wife Swap: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Ashley’s POVThe ride home was cloaked in an oppressive silence, more suffocating than I could have imagined. The tension between Andreas and me was palpable, like a heavy fog pressing down on us. The streets blurred past outside the car window, each streetlight casting shadows that seemed to echo the turmoil inside me.I kept stealing glances at Andreas, but he was fixed on the road, his expression unreadable. I couldn’t tell if he was brooding over the events of the evening or if he was merely lost in his thoughts. Either way, the silence was unbearable. My mind raced with the countless implications of what had happened.What would his reaction be when he discovered the truth? The woman he had kissed, the woman he had nearly slept with—it wasn’t his wife Ashton but me, her twin sister. The realization made my heart pound harder. Andreas had no idea that it was me in her place, living her life, pretending to be her. The guilt and shame I felt were almost overwhelming. How could I have

Ashley's POV Andreas scoffed, his frustration palpable. "I've never been so deceived in my life," he said, his voice dripping with contempt. "And honestly, I'm not surprised by any of this. I just got off the phone with someone from the airline. I had thought that you, Ashley—" he gestured towards me, his expression twisted with anger—"were the one who was in the crash. Even though you told me not to worry, I felt compelled to help, like a real husband would. Only to find out that my actual wife was scheduled to be one of the passengers on the flight, right around the same time you and I were in Aspen."My eyes widened in shock. "What? Is there any news about the survivors?" I asked, my voice trembling with urgency.Andreas shook his head, his frustration evident. "No, there isn't. They haven't confirmed if Ashton was on the flight. Isn't that convenient for both of you? For all I know, this could be some sort of ploy between the two of you. Maybe there's something more sinister at pl

Ashley’s POVLiv’s eyes were practically bulging out of her head, her expression a mix of shock and disbelief as she gripped the edge of her coffee mug tighter. “Wait, Ashley… you’re telling me that Ashton agreed to a contract marriage? With Andreas? You’re going to have to repeat that because I don’t think I’m hearing you right.”I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I slumped back into my chair. “Yes, Liv. That’s exactly what I’m saying. Ashton agreed to a contract marriage with Andreas, and now I’m stuck in the middle of it.”Liv blinked a few times, trying to process what I’d just said. I could see her brain working overtime to connect the dots, but even I wasn’t sure I fully understood it myself. Everything still felt surreal, like some sort of twisted nightmare I couldn’t wake up from.“Andreas?” Liv repeated, her voice going up an octave. “As in Andreas, Mr. Perfect, the guy who has women lining up just to get his attention? That Andreas?”“Yeah, that Andreas,” I muttered

Ashley's POVI hadn’t seen Andreas before he left for work this morning, and now, taking in the sight of him, my mind betrayed me. Unwanted memories of that kiss in the music room crept in—the way his lips had caught me off guard, the heat that had surged through me against my will. I felt my face flush, and I immediately scolded myself. What am I doing? This man basically called me and Ashton gold diggers last night.Reminding myself of how much I disliked him, I squared my shoulders and for a moment, neither of us spoke. We just stared at each other, the air between us thick with tension. His piercing grey eyes seemed to search mine, and for a split second, I wondered if he was remembering the kiss too. But then his lips twitched into that infuriatingly calm, knowing smile, and whatever vulnerability might have been there was gone.“Please, have a seat,” he said smoothly, gesturing toward the plush chair in front of his desk.I hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room and sat do

Ashley’s POVAs I stepped out of the elevator, the metal doors sliding shut behind me, the weight of the contract in my hand felt almost oppressive. Each step I took across the floor seemed to echo in the lobby, amplifying my growing sense of dread, but before I could gather my thoughts, I saw Faye walking into the building.Faye, seemingly preoccupied, was holding a phone to her ear, her voice a steady stream of professional calm. But the moment her eyes locked with mine, she lowered the phone, cutting off whoever was on the other end mid-sentence. “Ashton?”I could see the way her face fell when she realized that I wasn’t my sister, returned from wherever she disappeared to, but she smiled again as she headed for me, “I was just about to call you,” she said, slipping the phone into her bag with a practiced motion. Her tone was a mix of surprise and curiosity. “What are you doing here?”Caught off guard, I stammered, “I could ask you the same thing.”Faye chuckled, the sound tinged w