روايات وقصص ضمن Spicy Wife Reborn The World

My husband's birthday and our third wedding anniversary. Four years before I…died. This could not be real. Was I really reborn? My prayers…they must have been answered. Oh, dear God… “Honey, is everything alright?” An eerily familiar voice filtered through my ears. Merrick. His hand covered mine, and I felt hives break out on my skin. I withdrew my hand quickly, feeling the room spin with so many curious stares. He let her kill me, and he dared to sit there like nothing happened. Like he ever loved me.

"Elena, please don't be mad at Tristan. He probably just wants you to come home sooner. He must've lied because he was desperate." Elena snorted, shooting daggers at me. "Look at how considerate he is, unlike you, a pathetic excuse for a man who knows nothing but how to be jealous! If you want to make this marriage work, then shut up and deal with it. If not, let's just get a divorce!" I looked at Elena coldly. I no longer felt a single ripple of emotion. In my previous life, she was the reason I had met such a miserable end. Now that I'd been given a second chance at life, I would not let history repeat itself.

Right after the enemy finished making their threat, a string of strange floating text suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Scott, pick our girl! Let the wife die already!] [Once the wife dies, she can go back to the modern world and get a huge transmigration bonus. Then you and Jennifer can finally be together!] [I'm so sick of this kind of story where women suffer. Just give us a happy ending already!] Go back to the modern world…and get paid? Hanging from the city wall, I instantly felt a surge of excitement.

It was only when my soul drifted up into the sky that I finally saw the truth. Everything had happened because Clara was bound to the "Fertility Transfer System". … As the thought crossed my mind, I turned my head away and gently pushed the bowl of beef broth aside. For some reason, just the sight of the glistening broth filled me with revulsion. A sharp wave of nausea hit the back of my throat. "I think I'll pass." Maybe my rejection stung her pride, because Clara's expression immediately darkened. She was about to say something when Martha glared at me with a look of contempt.

"You're lucky I love you." "I know," he said easily. "I married you. The cold beauty Natasha Morris ended up being my wife." I laughed, burying my face into his chest. "Arrogant." "Confident not arrogant, there's a difference between the two." he corrected, just as the door burst open. "MAMA!" "DADA!" Two identical whirlwinds launched themselves onto the bed, giggling like they'd discovered something illegal. Spencer groaned and playfully glared at the two who looked like the chibi version of him. "We don't knock anymore?"

Life was quiet and bright. I, Claire Hart, had been given a second chance at life. I sought only wealth, not love. But I had won something far more precious than money: dignity, family, and myself. The End

It was smooth, since she's still dripping wet from his cum. She began to ride his cock and both maoned in pleasure. It was bliss. Pure bliss. ******** Epilogue: Chairman Charles was arrested and the two couples got married. Mel and Bryce. Amy and Roy: (Sorry for not elaborating much on this two. I didn't want to include side characters story. It was meant to base on the main couples alone.) And yeah! They do have kids and they are happy. THE END! THANKS SO MUCH FOR READING!

He never frequented nightclubs, nor was there ever any romantic scandal about him since our marriage. Charles Gunning and Sierra Gunning, our children, had excellent grades and were well-behaved, never giving anyone cause for worry. It could be said that my life was a source of envy and jealousy for others. I had already learned that it was all an illusion since I had been reborn. I looked at my youthful, radiant face in the mirror and stated resolutely, "I no longer want Holden or the children. I'll tell my family shortly that I'll be returning to my hometown tomorrow."

Stanley glared at his son, his face red with suppressed rage, but he said nothing more. I should have felt grateful. I was. In my last life. My husband had just stood up for me in front of his family for the first time. It was the happiest day in my marriage life, thinking that he cared for me. And I don’t just mean the first two years of marriage. I meant the entire four years total, including the two years I have yet to live before I die. Yes, I died. And I was reborn. But not to a time before this miserable marriage, when I could have avoided this life entirely. No, I woke up to this very day. This day that doomed me.

The way she returned that day would be shocking to any normal family. She was like a abandoned woman, with red eyes and shocked state. Even though she was the one who wanted to break things up between them, but was behaving the one who was abandoned. It had taken a lot of efforts for her to tell him to leave her. When she first went through rebirth she was very angry at him. It was like all her emotions for him were wiped out. She didn't feel any love for her husband. She even proposed to divorce at that time and had a heart for revenge.