Ample Village Wife's Second Life Novels & Stories

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!"

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?”

“You’ll stop pretending she’s the only one you can choose.” Rowan’s expression sharpened at that, not with guilt but with something like satisfaction. “I never pretended,” he said. “I simply knew how to survive what my mother wanted.” Elowen’s stomach dropped. Her mother-in-law - Lady Talia Vale - didn’t want. She demanded. She arranged. She made the estate feel like a gilded cage with her smile. Rowan cupped the mistress’s cheek and the gesture was almost gentle. “I loved you first,” he said, and the words sounded like a confession he’d been waiting to make. “Even when I learned not to say it.”

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.

"I spent two years working away from home to save enough money to marry Audrey. But when I came back, she'd already married another man. "Audrey told me then that the man she'd rescued was someone important—a wealthy big shot. He was so rich that he could buy our entire village without a second thought. "She said that if she took good care of him, she'd enjoy a life of luxury and never have to struggle again. She wouldn't have to stay in the village. She'd be living in a mansion in the city instead. "So, for the sake of money, I let Audrey continue looking after him. But..."

"There was a plague of sorts, making its way through my village, and all the healthy people were fleeing. It was total chaos ... there was looting, rape and lots of unspeakable violence. I was gathering some food items to flee with, it was just my son and I. My wife, Mary had died in childbirth with our second, about twelve years prior and despite many offers I did not take another wife. I didn’t even actually fully love my wife, it was an arranged marriage as most were at the time. But she was a good woman, and a good mother. I didn’t want to … replace her I supposed.

He would stay in his room and drink without eating. Jane, on the other, was living her life to the fullest. She was the happiest woman in the village. She was making her own garden. She could lay her hand on planting vegetables, strawberries, and other crops. It was a simple life, but she enjoyed it. Everyone grew close to her, especially an older woman living near her home.