Ample Village Wife's Second Life Novels & Stories

"We may be identical, but we're practically opposites. Remember that time you helped me sit in for my literature class? You ended up quoting Keats instead of Kafka." Ashton winced. "Okay, that wasn't my finest hour. But trust me, I’ll give you all the information that you need to know." A reluctant chuckle escaped my lips. Ashton always had a way of making the absurd sound almost reasonable, because just how much information would be enough to pretend to be married to her husband. "And what about Andreas? Won't he find it odd that his wife suddenly morphs into a bookworm who would rather not be bothered about being the center of attention?"

I was stunned when I saw more than half of the villagers dancing and gisting within themselves "They look happy right?" He questioned "Apparently" I responded "This is the real definition of money that doesn't determine happiness. I was born and raised here, so this village has been in existence for a very long time. I was told to have been abandoned by my father when I was five months old in my mother's womb. My mother was his maid, who he impregnated on the night he got drunk because of depression. It was a war between my father and his wife according to what I heard from my mother. Due to her barrenness, she couldn't watch her maid giving her husband an heir when she hadn't produced one.

However, Carmine just uses the situation to her advantage, her tears spilling over her beautiful face, giving her the appearance of a fallen angel. I try to fix the situation. We don't want to attract attention to ourselves. I give the woman a reluctant smile, “I think there’s been a misunderstanding.” The next words that come out of my mouth feel disgusting but I have no choice. “I am his second wife.” I do know that powerful humans do tend to take two or three wives. It is testament to their wealth. I hope that this is a practiced thing in this village. I see understanding dawn on the woman’s face. She doesn’t look very pleased and her voice is stiff, “I see.”

"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Elara lowered her hands slowly. "You don't. But I'm asking you to trust me." The woman studied her for a long moment. Then she gestured to someone behind the gate. The bars creaked open. Elara stepped inside. --- The village was worse than she had expected. The people were thin, their clothes threadbare. Children huddled in doorways, their eyes hollow with hunger. The square was empty except for a few chickens scratching at the frozen ground.

My wife, Iris Lockwood, earned 45 thousand dollars a year, yet she was a penny-pincher. Almost all the furniture and appliances in our home were items she had scavenged from local secondhand groups. The genuine leather couch in the living room had edges that were peeling and mottled, but she insisted, "Darling, this is top-grain leather. It originally cost more than six thousand dollars. The previous owner was in a rush to move abroad, so I snagged it for 100 dollars. Once you wipe off the dust, it's practically as good as new!"

On her way out, she was kicking and screaming about proving me wrong. I merely shook my head with a scoff, not taking her seriously. Two years later, I found true love with a young, talented pianist from a prestigious family. With Lynne’s blessing, we had the wedding of the century. Only at that moment did I realize that, since the beginning of time, true romantics often came from those born into privilege. A real connection could only be formed once material needs were met. Meanwhile, Krystal fell into despair when her seventh attempt to kickstart her business went bust. She took her life by stepping off the ledge.

For the rest of her life, she would continue to be called a home wrecker by people who knew that Ella was Evan's wife. "Why do people in this country love to meddle in other people's business so much? In my country, even ordinary people live together without being married," Nathan asked. The man had now stopped exercising. He looked over at the group of women, or perhaps grandmothers, who were busy pointing at Ajeng. "Everywhere, second wives only want the wealth. I'm on the first wife's side. I feel sorry for Ella, getting cancer because her husband remarried." "I can't imagine how painful it must be for Ella. She had been with her husband since the beginning, and then that woman just casua

My hands by my side as I clenched my fists. “Jules Rivera, from the first time I met you, I knew that you were the one that I wanted to spend my life with. But, here’s the thing. I messed up the first time. But then, I had this second chance, and I also know that I can’t let this chance pass me by. I might be rude to everybody that’s acted like an ass to you, because I want everybody to see how important you are to me. And I’d be damned if I let them treat you badly. Baby, will you marry me?”

she repeated, and her voice betrayed her - just enough for Serephine Vale to notice. Lady Vale straightened again, as if she’d already won and was merely allowing Elowen the dignity of understanding the rules. “You will accept the second wife status,” she said. “You will stand beside Rowan. You will not embarrass the family again with - ” Her gaze flicked toward Serephine, then back. “ - unseemly refusals.” Elowen forced herself not to look away. Not at the dais. Not at Serephine’s hand. Not at the way the court was already turning, already anticipating the drama they’d been promised. She could feel every eye like heat on her skin.

Bella I married for money and not for love. I dumped the fact that there may be people who care about me, and there were those who faked it. While the wedding certificates were being signed by my contract husband, I lived in the delusional state that this was not a contract, it was real. Mr. Blackwood will definitely not frame that contract, and Valerie? She can't do more than give me a dead stare from her seat. Moving around to get to a better position to have my signatures on the marriage certificate made me feel nauseous.