Ample Village Wife's Second Life Novels & Stories

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

Several women gesticulated at her and said, "That’s her, the woman who picked up a wild man a few years back and married him. I heard that the man has also brought with him a man in a vegetative state. In the past few years, she not only has to earn money to support her family but also has to take care of her useless husband. Her family drove her out because they were displeased with her.” "Well, you can’t blame that useless man for having such good looks, can you? If I met a man like that, I’d pick him up and hide him in my house too," a young woman sneered, sounding like sour grapes. The woman did not say anything and went home after picking a basket full of mussels. The woman’s house was

"I was blind before! I couldn't see the scheme those two snakes were running. Tyler, I've thought about it for the past five years, and I've learned so much! People shouldn't trample on others' sincerity. I've made up my mind—I will be completely devoted to you. Tyler, forgive me for the mistakes I made unknowingly! Please give us another chance. I know now that everything you did was to make me realize the truth. I'm wide awake now. I really know I was wrong, and from now on, I'll love you with all my heart!" Passersby stopped and began recording her disgrace, posting the video online. [Has she gone mad? Why would she think she deserves to ask for his forgiveness?!] [Holy hell! Isn't that t

Vivienne shakes her head, “He took advantage of me. When I saw you in that hospital bed, your back was covered in burns, and the doctors said you might not survive. It broke something in me. I’m not the type of woman who cheats.” “You never came to see me,” I say through gritted teeth. “I did. When they first brought you in. Before the surgery. They were still trying to remove your clothes. I ran away when I saw it.” I scoff, “So you are the type that runs when things get hard. I’m glad I didn’t marry you. I deserve a woman who accepts all of me, even my scars.” “Do you think your wife could stomach it. I’d like to see what her reaction would be. What does she do when she sees your scars?”

I wanted nothing more than to beat Mark Johnson to death right there. I knew he had also been reborn. In our previous life, Mark had naturally married me, the prettier one, while my sister married the poorest farmer in the village. At first, the Johnsons doted on me, their beautiful and educated daughter-in-law. But then my sister gave birth to five sons in a row. Her husband's family went from barely scraping by to becoming the most prosperous in the village. My sister's sons all became college graduates, and her husband became a successful businessman. Everyone praised my sister for bringing good fortune.

As she stretched out her hand to receive his handshake in front of her family,. Hailey was visibly blushing, seeing how dark and attractive he looked, and they finally got married and had a beautiful family together. The End. Thank you for reading. I appreciate all your votes and support so far from the beginning. This is my first online written story, "Village Girl and the CEO.". Thank you. ❤️. Author: Goodness Chiamaka I love you all.

He smiled and continued to lead the way, till they got to the large front porch. From where she was, she could hear the sounds of clattering plates and hushed whispers, and the strong aroma of food mixed with fragrance. She wasn't sure what kind of people she would meet, and with each step, it was dawning on her that these were the people she was going to spend the rest of her life with. She knew Elijah had a wife already, and she wasn't sure how she would take the idea of her taking over her position. She just hoped for kindness, at the very least. That was one thing she wasn't so used to.

She ordered me around like she used to, as if I were still her obedient husband from the countryside. Right then, any last bit of hope I had for her crumbled to dust. I remembered the day I first saw her, standing under the big locust tree at the village entrance. She was in a white dress, holding a book, as serene as a painting. The single guys in the village said she was too proud and tough to approach. However, I was enchanted, convinced she was the one I, Max Ferguson, was meant to marry.

For a long while, we simply held each other without moving. The tenderness between us stretched on until the sky outside began to darken. Eventually, Seville carried my now very hungry self into the kitchen to find something to eat. The elderly maid who had raised him scolded him furiously for the first time I had ever seen. “The Madam is pregnant! How could you let her go hungry like that? Even intimacy has to be in moderation!”

Felt vindicated when Sienna walked in precisely on time, scanned the room like a professional, and spotted me immediately. We were both running from something. She looked different today. Jeans. Simple sweater. Hair in a ponytail. Minimal makeup. Younger. More vulnerable. Her pregnant belly was obvious without the designer dress hiding it. Dark circles under her eyes. She hadn't slept either. "Thank you for coming," I said. "Thank you for calling." We stared at each other. Awkward. What was the protocol for meeting your husband's other wife? The barista appeared. Young guy with a man bun. "What can I get you?"