Gathering Wives With A System Novels & Stories

Tell me, I’ll handle it. @olívia_ I need you to help me get into Clifford’s system. @rita_ What? @isabelle_ I knew this day would come! 😄 The humiliated will be exalted! World, I’m here! 😎 As I followed Isabelle’s instructions, I spoke without looking at my coworkers. “If either of you is interested in my husband, let me warn you: he’s taken. And you, Ingrid”—I stayed focused on the screen, trying to access the lab system—“if you like him, you’d better unlike him, because Gabe’s just a distant dream for everyone… except me. So, anyone who tries to hit on my husband, know I hit back—hard. Whatever you do, I do better.”

" My wife, Gemma Hawkins, fumed, pointing at my nose in my spacious office. Half an hour ago, Gemma and I had gone to the company's most important tender meeting of the year with an intern and my assistant. When it was my turn to present, I had, as usual, confidently taken the microphone. But when the client had asked a question, I, who should have answered it smoothly and professionally, had instead stumbled over my words before breaking into a folk song. The scene had stunned everyone in the room. Gemma's expression had hardened on the spot, and she had demanded to know what on earth I was doing. I had wanted to explain, but the second I opened my mouth, another folk song had escaped my li

Every year Mandy would attend the gathering with her classmates, but he never had the chance to go with her. Are pigs flying now? It was unexpected, but she actually asked him to attend the gathering with her. “Why? Don’t you want to go? If you don’t, then forget it.” Mandy said lightly. “Go! I’m definitely going! How could I not go? My dear wife has such an order for me. Don’t mention the gathering,” Harvey patted his chest. “Even if it’s an extremely difficult and dangerous task, as long as my dear wife will be happy, I’ll do it.”

I watched the recording, fists clenched so tight my fingers went white. So Grandpa knew. He knew the whole time. And she let him find out something that dirty. Then why didn't he tell me? The guy swallowed hard. "Ms. Sweeney wasn't scared. She snapped, 'You old bastard, your grandson can't even have kids, and you won't let me borrow one?' Then she said, 'Be smart. Right now, only I know. Expose this, and everyone will know your grandson can't give you a great-grandchild.'

He took Nicole by her hand as they walked toward their new home together. When the two of them arrived at the door, she thought that Jared would just open the door. However, unexpectedly, a camera appeared at the door at that instant. After the facial recognition and artificial intelligence voice recognition system had booted up, it said, "Welcome home, Mr. and Mrs. Johnston." Nicole was amused that in such a short span of time, Jared had already finished touching up their new home. On top of that, all of the decorations were her favorites. Jared then led Nicole into the house with a smile. "What do you think? Do you like being the owner of the house?"

"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. "

It took forty minutes. At the end, Vivienne sat very still, then said with impressive composure, “So it threatened the baby.” “It implied,” I corrected. “Those are the same thing.” “I know.”She exchanged a look with Lucien—pure sibling communication, operating below the frequency of words. Then she turned back to me. “What do you need from me today specifically?” That was how we spent the next hour: dividing the practical architecture of the fallout between the three of us with the calm efficiency of people who had survived enough crises together that panic no longer had a place at the table. The compound difficulties arrived before noon, which was almost impressive in its speed.

he quickly saved the new system to his other phone and made sure that nothing was left behind before he left his office. And just like what he thought as soon as he came back home, his wife, Verosha was already sending her cold aura while sitting on the couch with wine in her hand and reading a file. He gulped as approached his wife. “Honey…sorry if I’m so late. I just saw the time when I’m making new codes for a new system. Sorry.” Lium quickly apologized as soon as he was done kissing the forehead of his wife. “System?” Verosha sighed and wondered about a certain thing that occupied her husband.

Plans. I closed my eyes and let the weight of it land. Twenty years. A marriage, a son, a home, late nights supporting his dreams, medical conferences skipped because his agency needed the capital more, years of believing love meant sacrifice. And somewhere in the middle of that life, my husband had meticulously built another one. It wasn't accidental, and it wasn't impulsive. It was methodical, structured enough to combine their names, desperate enough to spend Liam's future, and stable enough to prepare for a child who hadn't even entered the world yet. My phone vibrated on the desk. A message from Marcus.

"I've been dreaming of this moment for three years. Three years I've put up with your sad face, your lack of class, your bland cooking, your empty belly. Oh, forgive me — now it's full?" She laughs cruelly. "You think a child will change anything? Even your baby doesn't deserve to have a wreck like you for a mother." I clench my fists. I want to scream. But I don't even have that left. "Gather your rags and get out. You're finished. You are OUT. Even your husband doesn't want you anymore. He told me last night while he was fucking YOUR SISTER. And you know what? She, at least, doesn't scream like a corpse."