To Purge My Wife 소설 & 이야기

She went upstairs to have a cold shower, silencing her phone after texting her husband she won't come back home. Her mind was getting heavy and it was getting tough for her to take the weight of pretence anymore. She can't carry that extra baggage of being happy and jovial when she isn't. It was depressing her internally and she needed a break from everything and especially him. She can't pretend anymore to be a super happy couple with no issues, she just can't. So, she decided to go somewhere.

"I know it's a hard-to-swallow pill, but it's the truth. You gave me your shares when you married me. You only hold 1%. My shares trump yours by a mile. I should've had the man of the family by now!" Matthew was still relaxed. He pushed the warm food over to me. "I'm very grateful for everything you did for me, Wendy. You'll always be my wife, company or no company. "You'll have everything a wife has, as long as you stay in line and don't cause a scene, get it? Now eat while it's still hot. Don't wreck your own body." I snickered. "Pity I'm not going to stay in line." His face fell, and he returned an icy glare to me. "Then, I'll have to make a move. Really sorry about that."

It's not hard to realize that she has become the most loathed person ever since the truth came out. The husband walks back and leans on the wall, staying quiet as he thinks while his wife begs on her knees. "I no longer love you. So I will have the council convene and we will have a ritual to set each other free from the mate bond." His wife gasps in horror, but he carries on anyway. "After that, you will leave this Kingdom and never come back!" She gapes up at him, her eyes wide. "I . . . please don't banish me! I -"

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

I don't even know that my wife is calmer than me. "I really hate this." I say. "We should go talk to her again. Maybe we can convince her to delete the videos and let us have our vacation in peace." "It's worth a try. Let's try it." She said. My heart skipped a beat. I can think of a lot of possibilities and I'm still so erect from earlier and it's not helping my mind. My wife's approval will change everything about what I think and believe. I'm her slave. " Are you sure babe? "

As I spoke, I gestured for the movers behind me to start. "Throw out all the furniture. Don't leave anything behind." Mary hurriedly intervened, anxiously looking at me. "Xander, do you really have to divorce her? Can't you give her another chance?" Wendy clung to our wedding photo, blocking the door, her face full of indignation. "You can't throw this away! These are all our precious memories! Must you be this heartless?"

Yet, when I poured all my love on Snow, she was busy giving her attention to another man. “Snow, are you really this naive? Yulan isn’t your ‘brother.’ He’s an adult man who’s interested in you. You really can’t tell? “Tell me, in the eight years that we’ve been together, have you ever done something as simple as washing my clothes? What you call a small favor looks very different from my perspective. My wife, in another man’s home, wearing only a camisole, does something so intimate for him that she’s never done for me. How’s that not crossing a line?”

She was already at the door when I shouted after her, “Olivia, if I’m gone one day, don’t ask for forgiveness when you stand before God! Face your faith and say, with a clean conscience, that you never wronged anyone in your life.” “Hugh, what are you talking about? How could you be gone? I’ve sworn in front of God that you are the one I love most, and that will never change.” Then, she turned and walked away without looking back. As I watched her go, I felt nothing but sadness. It was the sixth day of the countdown. I had waited in the church for a long time, but once again, she did not keep her promise. She did not come back. Later that night, she texted and said she was working overtime a

For the first time since she walked in. Gray eyes. Cold. Clear. Unblinking. The same eyes that used to soften when I returned home years ago. The same eyes that went dead when I told her “business comes first” for the third night in a row. Now they were nothing but glass. No smile. No mercy. She shrugged. One shoulder. Barely a movement. Casual. Dismissive. Like I’d asked her about the weather. Like I’d asked her what time it was. Like five years, a marriage, and a company meant as much as “partly cloudy.”

My father stared at me for a long beat, his expression hardening. "Adrian, listen to me," he said, his tone deadly serious. "You have to let go of Purity. If you want peace in this house, she has to go. She’s desperate, and she’s not going to stop until she’s burned everything you’ve built to the ground."