Gathering Wives With A System 소설 & 이야기

Nothing but a wreck. Our wedding photo hung on the wall of the bedroom, a smile radiating with happiness on my face, while his eyes held none of the disdain and disgust that he did now. Since when did things become this way? Burning with hatred and frustration, I stood up slowly and glared at the wedding photo, before throwing the glass of water in my hand at it. The glass shattered, along with any lingering hopes of being together with John for the rest of my life. "How long until I go back, System?"

"I have to date a hundred guys. The system will give me a million dollars. I need that money. Besides, I promised you 200 thousand if you helped with the introductions and cover-ups." It was then that the harsh reality hit me. Ruby's pursuit of dating a hundred men was solely driven by the system's promise of a million dollars. Fueled by greed, Daniel went along with her plan. Ruby had even caused her mother's death because of it. After a long silence, Ruby said softly, "I can't back out now. Once the child is aborted, the plan will move forward. I'll need some time to recover from the abortion. During that time, you can hold off on the introductions."

“You can pick it all, I’m not contributing any money to the house. It should be everything you want.” “You do most of the cooking. Wouldn’t it make sense for you to have the kitchen how you want it. You can have it the exact way you want it. Money doesn’t matter. Stop being concerned about it.” I feel his arms wrap around my waist. “That is as much as your house as it is mine. You are my wife, we share everything. You contributing money means nothing. You contribute in other ways. You made this place feel like home. When I’m here alone, I hate it now. At one time that is all I wanted, but not now. Now I want my wife home with me.” Max and I make love in he tub, then get out and he reads the

The chicken hopped around for a moment before dropping a steaming pile of poop onto my custom-made designer couch. Then it took off racing around the living room, scattering feathers and dust everywhere. That was the last straw. I pointed at the two women, my voice shaking with rage. "Who are you? What are you doing in my house? Get out!" Martha Wilson showed no sign of remorse. Instead, she planted her hands on her hips, spat on the floor in my direction, and sneered. "Shut your mouth, you bitch. From now on, we're Ryan's first and second wives. And you think you can throw us out?"

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

Hazel wiped her tears and uttered, "Dear, I'd understand it if you want to divorce me because I gave him money back then. I made a mistake. But the debt collectors were on him, and I couldn't just watch and do nothing. "Besides, I didn't receive any wedding gifts or jewelry when we got married. I just gave some money to help my family. What's wrong with that?" I said nothing, a small cough escaping me. Alex rushed to comfort Hazel. "Mom, don't explain yourself to him. It was right for you to give your family money. Don't feel guilty." The judge brought the gavel down and ordered, "Continue playing Bryan Zimmer's memory clips." The screen showed Hazel just after giving birth, looking utterly

She glanced once across the room, a brief scan that I recognized as habitual rather than casual, and then looked back at me with something more direct in her expression. "There's a group of us," she said. "The wives, mostly. Some of us have been in this world for a long time, and we've learned that the best way to survive it is to survive it together. We meet once a week. We share information. We look out for each other when the men in our lives are too busy or too proud to do it themselves." I studied her face carefully before responding. "What kind of information exactly?"

Then I leaned toward the microphone and spoke softly. "Good evening, everyone. My name is Quentin Thompson. I'm Ms. Hemsley's legal husband. We've been married for ten years, and we have a three-year-old son together. And I'm also..." I paused, letting my gaze sweep across Adeline's pale face. "...the majority owner of this company, with a 51% stake."

She walked up to a table and took a seat beside a couple in their late fifties. “I haven't seen Mr Sullivan around,” His wife said while looking around. “Richard Sullivan?” The wife nodded. “Yes, he'll be given a speech but why isn't he around yet?” “Probably he's in any of the rooms upstairs. I want to use the restroom, I'll be right back.” The husband said and pecked his wife's cheek before heading to the restroom.

When other women flirted with me, I had another two points deducted. However, she would give me an overwhelming number of points for being a good partner. When I was on time for my university lectures, I got ten points. When I took the trash out while we lived together, I got twenty points. It was as if no matter what I did, I would receive points. Unfortunately, a year ago, my demerits began to increase. Around this time last year, Miranda made two entries. [Henry wants to record our expenses together: +20]