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My Husband Says I’m Pretentious
My Husband Says I’m Pretentious
Author: Miss Smally

Chapter 1

Author: Miss Smally
“Oh my! Why do you look so unhappy, Yvonne? I hope I didn’t hit a nerve.” Michelle Gail turned her head around flirtatiously.

“Charles, what’s wrong with your wife? I was only joking, but she’s taking it so seriously. Friends like us don’t take offence easily, right?”

Charles Carter held the steering wheel while he shot a dissatisfied glance at me through the rearview mirror.

“Yvonne, all Michelle did was just ask you to sit in the back seat. Can you stop wearing such a long face?

“Michelle is only looking out for me by checking on you. Besides, she’s always been this casual. Why are you being so petty with a young girl?”

“Fine, I won’t be petty,” I replied with a cold sneer.

I muttered in my mind, ‘System, connect to Michelle and activate the Forgetfulness function.’

The system replied coldly, [Host confirmed. First stage of punishment initiated: Forget sitting posture.]

Seeing that I remained silent, Michelle thought I had backed down, and she became even more smug.

“That’s more like it. A woman should be chill about these things. Don’t always keep such a close eye on your man; you make it look as if we’re cheating on you.”

After saying that, she reached for the bag of chips on the center console and leaned forward.

Right then, something bizarre happened.

Michelle’s legs, which had been propped up on the console, suddenly lost all control. They swung wide to both sides, forming an incredibly suggestive M-shape.

“Ah!” Michelle cried out in surprise, and the chips in her hand scattered everywhere.

Charles was startled, and he slammed on the brakes. “What’s wrong, Michelle?”

Michelle’s face turned bright red as she desperately tried to pull her legs together.

However, her legs seemed frozen. They were stuck in that shameful position. No matter how hard she tried to force them back, they would not budge.

“Charles, my legs are cramping! It hurts so much!” she cried.

Her stockings dug into her flesh, and her skin was partially visible.

Charles panicked upon seeing this. He quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over. “Where’s the cramp? I’ll massage it for you!”

As he spoke, his hand naturally moved onto Michelle’s thigh, squeezing upward from her knee.

“Is it here? Or here?”

I felt a wave of nausea hit my stomach.

“Charles, we’re still on the highway with cars behind us. Watch out!”

Without even turning his head, Charles roared, “Yvonne, do you have a heart? Michelle is in so much pain, and all you care about is the driving? Are you hoping something bad will happen to her?”

Michelle also looked at me with tearful eyes. “Yvonne, I know you don’t like me, but I’ve not offended you. How can you be so cold-blooded?”

She pressed her body into Charles’ embrace as she cried.

Those splayed legs remained wide open.

‘Hmph. This is only the beginning, Michelle. System, increase the intensity,’ I thought.
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  • My Husband Says I’m Pretentious   Chapter 10

    Charles tried to find a new job, but that viral video had become a permanent stain on his name. Not a single reputable company would hire him.He was forced into manual labor. Meanwhile, Michelle’s condition grew worse. The system did not seem to have any intention of letting her go.[Sixth stage punishment initiated: Forget human memory and emotional cognition.]Michelle completely forgot who she was and who Charles was. She was either staring blankly into a corner or barking at Charles like a dog every time Charles visited her at the psychiatric hospital.The doctors said this regressive pathology was irreversible. She would never recover.Looking at the filthy and crazed woman behind the iron bars, Charles could not connect her to the childhood friend in his memories.“Be herself...” Charles muttered with a bitter smile. “She is truly free now.”…I met Charles in a classy cafe six months later.He had used every connection he had to beg for a single meeting with me.

  • My Husband Says I’m Pretentious   Chapter 9

    Michelle’s mind was a chaotic void, ruled only by the most primal instincts: flee, forage, and claim territory.She lunged into a supermarket and vaulted onto the counter in the fresh meat section. She grabbed a slab of raw beef and began stuffing it into her mouth. Fresh blood trickled down the corners of her lips and further stimulated her wild nature.“Ah!”A sales assistant shrieked and fainted on the spot. Security guards swarmed the area and wielded riot forks to surround her. Michelle bared her teeth. Her eyes gleamed with predatory aggression as she glared at them.When Charles finally arrived, he saw Michelle perched atop a high shelf. She was clutching raw meat with a blood-smeared face and facing off against the police and security guards below.At that moment, Charles knew she was a lost cause. He knew that Michelle was finished, and so was he.“Michelle,” Charles called out with a trembling voice. “Come down. It’s me, I’m Charles...”Hearing his voice, Miche

  • My Husband Says I’m Pretentious   Chapter 8

    “Compassion?” I threw his hand off. “Did you have compassion for me when Michelle was humiliating me? Did you have compassion for me when she propped her feet up in my face? Charles, don’t make yourself out to be some saint. You’re just a useless man who can’t tell right from wrong!”With that, I walked straight out of the hospital. Behind me, Charles tried to give chase, but a nurse called out to him, “Who’s the family member of Michelle Gail? She tore off her diaper! She is eating it… Oh my, hurry up and look!”Charles’ expression turned ghastly. He spun around and sprinted into the ward.Standing in the sunlight, I took a deep breath. ‘System, it is time to upgrade Michelle’s punishment,’ I thought.[Instruction confirmed. Fifth stage punishment initiated: Forget human language logic and vocalization techniques.]Suddenly, a shrill, non-human howl echoed from the ward.“Awoooo!”…Charles cared for Michelle in the hospital for three days. Those three days were pure t

  • My Husband Says I’m Pretentious   Chapter 7

    Early the next morning, news that Michelle had “gone mad” spread throughout the neighborhood like wildfire. Whenever the locals walked past the Carter family’s mansion, they would point and stare as their eyes filled with disdain and ridicule.Charles had not slept all night. His eyes were sunken, and his face was covered in a thick layer of stubble. He stuffed Michelle into the car and, without even having breakfast, he drove us away from his hometown as if he were escaping a crime scene.“We are going to the hospital. We have to go to a hospital for a checkup!” Charles said through gritted teeth. “It must be poisoning, or perhaps something is wrong with her nervous system.”Michelle remained tied up in the back seat all the way. The handkerchief was still stuffed in her mouth. Her gaze was vacant, and she would occasionally howl.I sat in the passenger seat and happily scrolled through my phone. I had used an anonymous account to send the videos and photos I took last night

  • My Husband Says I’m Pretentious   Chapter 6

    “Ah! You lunatic!” Charles’ eldest aunt shrieked. She snatched the nightgown off her husband’s head and slammed it onto the ground. She pointed up at the window and began to scream insults. “Where did this crazy woman come from? How shameless!”The courtyard descended into absolute chaos. Some men whistled while others pretended to cover their eyes while peeping through their fingers. The women hurried to shield their children’s eyes while cursing under their breath.The wine glass in Charles’ hand hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces. He froze in place, and his face was ashen. “Michelle, get back inside!”But how could Michelle listen? The system had completely stripped away her sense of shame. She felt like Eve in the Garden of Eden, so pure, natural, and unrestrained.“Charles! Do you think I am beautiful?”Michelle stood on the windowsill, striking a pose like a bodybuilder displaying muscles. “Clothing is a shackle that binds the human soul. We mus

  • My Husband Says I’m Pretentious   Chapter 5

    The system was not about to let her rest. The notification chimed once more.[Fourth stage preparation: Forget sense of shame and the concept of clothing coverage.]At dusk, we finally arrived at Charles’ hometown. Charles’ parents, along with his aunts and uncles, had long been waiting at the entrance. Charles was the pride of his family, and bringing his wife back for Christmas naturally made him the center of everyone’s attention.“Oh, Charles is back!” My mother-in-law, Daisy Carter, beamed. Her face split into a wide smile as she hurried forward.Charles parked the car and looked back at Michelle with an awkward expression. Michelle was currently sprawled across the passenger seat. Her skirt was hiked up to the top of her thighs, completely devoid of any decorum.“Michelle, we’re here. Get out of the car,” Charles whispered to her.Michelle opened her eyes in a daze and stretched. “We’re here? That nap was exhausting.”She pushed the car door open. This time, she did

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