The Younger Wife Novels & Stories

Zeus’s said while staring at the old lady “Pardon?”The old lady was surprised. She didn’t expect this. As soon as she saw the young lady who was working in front of the grill, she eagerly stand in the line to have the chance to talk to her. She felt that this young lady is really well matched to her grandson. But she didn’t expect this sudden turn of events. “She’s our wife” Zeus repeated “O-oh. I’m sorry for this. I thought that you’re just siblings.” The old lady said, looking disappointed

She gasped dramatically, her eyes wide with mock offense. “Wait... Are you telling me I married an old man? How dare you?” “That’s right. It was all a trap so you'd say yes. Now you're stuck with me—diapers and all.” “You’re ridiculous!” she laughed, shaking her head. “Oh really? And you're not going to take care of me when I’m a grumpy, wrinkly grandpa? Why do you think I married a younger woman?” “Oh wow, so much younger,” she teased. “By the time you’re in diapers, I’ll be creaking right behind you. That’ll be our kids' problem.”

The final touch, I squirt perfume on my neck, and rub a little on my hands. I looked at my face, I wonder when my face looks old? Even though I am no longer young, I have entered my mid-30s. However, I still look like my 20s. I stay young? By watching my face in the mirror, I remembered the myth that when you have a younger husband, you will stay young. Because, we attract a youthful aura from our husband. Vice versa. I'm not wrong, I chose, but don't let the young man jerk like what I had. It doesn't matter whether you want to stay young or not. To build a household, it takes a strong commitment and mutual care.

Next to them stood a sign that read, "Congratulations to Sofia for taking first place in the heir assessment." So, party or no party, they still found a way to celebrate Sofia on their own. Another message popped up from Eliana. "Oops, wrong person. I meant to send that to Lorenzo, but I can't take it back now. Anyway, you get it now, don't you? "If it weren't for what happened back then, Lorenzo never would've married you. He's been building a life overseas with Sofia and me all these years. And now Matteo's dead.

Young is busy making babies! Laughter burst from the room. "For real? Mr. Young, you used to not even like your wife. You complained she was old before you got married, and now you're all about her!" "The tables have turned, and now it's Mr. Young who's desperately seeking favors." The tipsy voice got louder and more excited. "Before the holidays, Mr. Young had his secretary sneak into my drug factory. He slipped some fertility medicine into the birth control pills, hahaha. He's trying to trick his wife into having a baby!"

With Mother Lady Choi—the highest and most formidable elder of this island—at the center. To her left sat I, the young widow who had lost her husband in her early twenties and had been forced into blood-drying chastity in my own purgatory for ten years. To her right sat my younger sister In-young, who had married out of the family and somehow returned blooming as radiantly and seductively as a peach blossom in dark lust. Had a stranger seen this scene, they would have praised it as a graceful gathering of elegant conversation among virtuous noblewomen of a prestigious Sadaebu clan.

I mindlessly nodded. "Hahahahaha seriously! Him? He can't even get major roles in good shows!" I just stared at her. I felt a bit ashamed of what I just said. "Sorry..." I whispered. She slammed her hand at the table and brought her face closer to mine. I can finally see her. Her expression looks so frustrated and hungry that she screams she wants to eat me whole. I shivered and moved back but she grabbed my back and pulled me closer again. I am so afraid, how dare I forget she is Dohyung's wife, I am so sure she will kill me now...

“Lizzie—” “What?” She grinned, clearly proud of herself. “It’s true.” I sat on the edge of the bed, wiping tears from my eyes. “No, it’s not. I’m not talking about my father’s sex life because that’s honestly disgusting, but I have to correct you. He does have a younger wife. About Roman’s age.” She didn’t look convinced. She crossed her arms over her chest, that stubborn tilt to her chin I loved so much.

Another asked. “Well, I'm….” “She's probably one of Gary's girlfriends.” Another younger girl said, rolling her eyes. Annoyed , I scoffed about to reply when James held my hand, calming me down. “How many girlfriends does he have?” “They probably didn't know he was married…” “And I'm guessing you're the wife? You should hold your husband if you don't want him going around getting new girlfriends everyday.” I replied sharply as everywhere grew silent. Everyone stared at me, I didn't shake one bit as I took a bite from my food not caring that everyone was staring at me.

I rambled, frustration spilling over. But he doesn’t flinch. His gaze holds mine, steady and unyielding. “You can’t, Yongju.” My eyes narrow. “Why not?” “Because I’m older than you, and I’m your husband. With that title, we’ll grow closer.” “We’re already close, even if I don’t call you that,” I argued. “No. We’re not close at all. Not yet. You’ve built a wall in front of me — even against your own husband.”