Ample Village Wife's Second Life Novels & Stories

“I’m saying she acted impulsively. She reacted emotionally. And sometimes, when people act on emotion, they don’t tell the full story. I just wanted to provide that perspective before any decisions are made.” The officer scribbled something in his notebook, then looked back up at her. “I understand. And you wanted to make sure we hear your side first?” “Well,” Mrs. Bennett continued, smoothing her hands over her lap, “we both know how women...wives, can be. I mean, I’m sure you’re married, and you see the way your wife acts sometimes. I’m a wife myself, and sometimes my husband drives me right over the roof. I’m sure when you look in your files there, you might see that I might have reported

Her eyes were brimming with tears. Not only that, but she had even raised her voice as she revealed everything. Since the village wasn’t large, she could attract the attention of other villagers, and they gathered around her. They were all now staring at Roger, and their understanding of him had changed. They couldn’t believe that the person they had been jealous of was actually a man who had achieved his success using his wife’s money. And she had kept it a secret for 20 years. Now that they thought about it, they realized Dexie had never left the house whenever she came to the village, but none of them had ever felt that it was strange. They had only thought that the town mistress was prou

“Please Valentina! Please! Help me! She’ll kill me!” My shoulders scratch against the ground in an attempt to crawl closer and my cries become more desperate when Morwenna says, “Get her in the car, Lewis.” “Valentina, please! Why would I run from a loving husband to become a maid?! I cleaned the floors, the walls, the damned toilets. I served you! Zefiro, he lived nextdoor! He knew Jaxon was going to kill me! Please don’t send me back to die!”

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

But she knew well enough that, it wasn't the reason why she wanted to go to the village. Nicholas refused at first because of how her fake stomach was bumped up, but later on, agreed when Aria told him that she will stay there for only a week. *******♤♤♤ Everything seemed perfect in Aria's life, but Ariana's life was never easy. Her life became even worse after seven months she left the city for the village. Nearing her labor, Ariana was surprised when Aria came to the village with her bumpy stomach. All their family in the village became so friendly with her, simply because she got married into the richest family in the Country.

“She worked here.” A muscle moved in his jaw. “In the kitchens,” he said. “Six months.” The hallway seemed to tilt a little. Clara had not been some perfect society girl with pearls at her throat and a family name strong enough to survive scandal. She had been staff. A girl in an apron. A girl people probably looked through until Adrian didn’t. A girl like Elena. The thought settled cold beneath her ribs. “So that’s your type?” she asked, before she could stop herself. “Poor women who need rescuing?”

I later heard he joined a small company with a salary half of what he used to earn. Yara's baby came early—born at seven months. It was a baby girl. Zachary's mother was so disappointed that she took one look at the infant and left. She didn't even bother getting Yara flowers, nor did she visit Yara once during her hospital stay. Her excuse? According to her, Yara was crazy to even consider asking her for help since she failed to bear Zachary a son. All this came from colleagues who used to have a decent relationship with Zachary.

“Until I stopped letting him steal my money? Until I stopped being convenient?” “You were nothing!” Spittle flew from her mouth. “A pathetic little orphan playing dress-up in a life you didn’t deserve. Adrian was mine! He’s always been mine!” She seemed borderline crazy,as if she were on the verge of losing it. Just how obsessed were they with having control over my life?. A crowd was forming. I recognized people from Vale Company. From other buildings. All watching. Recording. Good. Let them see. “ he was yours?” I said quietly, “Why did he propose to me?”

Aiden’s POV The laptop keys kept clicking under my fingers as I scrolled hard and fast, reading every single line on the screen like my life depended on it. Isabella Schneider. Only child. Born and raised in Germany. Married but currently a widow. One child. Wealthy background. Married into serious money. Old money type. The kind that does not show off but controls things quietly. Her husband was a powerful German businessman with deep political ties. Everything about her screamed foreign. Nothing about her said New York. And yet, here she was. Living here. Starting fresh. Acting like a woman with nothing to hide even though I had a growing feeling that she does.