Ample Village Wife's Second Life Novels & Stories

"Mr. Rossini, could you let your wife get out first? Her leg isn't seriously hurt, and right now, there's a pregnant woman hemorrhaging badly. We need to use the emergency equipment in the ambulance—" Before the nurse could finish, a delicate voice sounded from inside the vehicle. "Dante, my leg hurts so much. Will I ever be able to dance again?" Dante's icy voice cut through the air with bone-chilling coldness. "My wife is a dancer. Her legs are more important than anyone here! I need to make sure she isn't left with a scar." He paused, then emphasized again, "No one is more important than my wife!" She was his wife? Then who was I?

] [Wait—if Ashley owns the bar, then that guy… is he her side piece? The live chat exploded, comments flying too fast to read, a blizzard of shock and fury. The man across from me snapped his lighter open, lit a cigarette, and blew a slow, contemptuous plume of smoke into the air. "Your wife? You?" He barked a derisive laugh. "You look too broke to even know what Ashley looks like. Stop embarrassing yourself. Take that old relic and get out before I have you thrown out." I was about to retort when my eyes locked onto the watch on his wrist.

The assistant, Adam, shot me a sideways glance and kicked me a few more times. “Take him away! It won’t be good for any of us if Miss Pascal finds out about this!” I struggled and yelled, “I’m her husband! Ask her if you don’t believe me! Ask her whose name is on her marriage certificate! That heart belongs to her mother-in-law! Ask her how she dares to try and steal it!” Everything went quiet for a moment, but then Adam clutched his stomach and let out a guffaw. “Everyone at Pascal Group knows Miss Pascal loves Mr. Sinclair the most. She gave him half her shares without blinking an eye.”

I'd given him two years and my reputation and my family's exposure and I'd moved into his dead marriage and worn his wife's clothes and raised her children and lost her house full of her photographs, and I'd done all of it believing I was building toward something. And I was going to end up the villain of it. I could see that now, clear, the way Clara must have seen everything clear from inside her dark. When this came apart, and it was coming apart, Clara would be the wronged wife and Alexander would be the ruined man and there had to be a third thing, a woman to blame, the cousin, the mistress, the one who wore the bracelet. Unless I moved first. I stood at the window a long time. Somewher

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

He swallowed carefully before saying, “However, that woman really is from a farming village and her birth parents died of an illness.” Chase tapped his knee with his long fingers and his expression softened slightly as he comforted himself that he must have changed his mind. Davina sat down next to Chase and she sighed sympathetically, "A girl from a farm village is willing to leave with nothing in marriage. Isn't she something special, Chase?". Chase frowned and chuckled at the thought of the quiet and reserved woman. He suspected that perhaps she planned to make him think of her as special. "Sir, I have sent someone to Rave city. The madam may have returned to her hometown."

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "

I ran to the cabinet and pulled out my own marriage certificate with Arthur's. There was no embossed seal. Just a crooked, barely legible red seal. I had touched this certificate countless times. This was my only anchor while I stayed in the village, enduring the constant torment from my senile, paralyzed mother-in-law, Paula Rodriguez. It had been the courage I held onto to raise my daughter, Tessa Hughes, on my own. And now, Lauren was telling me it was all a lie. I opened my mouth to argue, but my throat felt blocked. My words came out in fits. "But Arthur and I are married… We have Tessa… How could he ever lie to me?"

The innocent flirtation in her tone—especially when she smoothed the short strands of hair behind her ear—made Dazhuang’s eyes glaze over with pure, bestial desire. Seeing her son’s reaction, Wang Po was ecstatic. She eagerly agreed, happily leading Skylar into the depths of the mountains. Three hours of difficult hiking and one mountain crest later, the trio reached the isolated valley village. It consisted of about a hundred houses, all primitive mud-brick structures with thatched roofs—a place utterly cut off from the modern world. As they walked through the village, people who saw Wang Po bringing a stranger immediately exchanged knowing, vulgar glances. “Ai-yo, Dazhuang! Unbelievable! Y

The village is thriving, he makes a lot of money because of it, and his wife has just announced that she is with child. A new chapter of the village chief’s life is about to come and he knows that there are things that he needs to do about it as well.