Novel & Cerita Young Wife

But the third wife he married this year was only in her twenties and 30 years older than him. As the saying goes, happy things always come to people's mind. Huang Guang got a young wife. As soon as he heard the mention of his third wife, he couldn't help but feel excited. His chest was also slightly raised and he looked a little proud. At his age, few people could marry such a beautiful and young woman. He looked back at the woman who was surrounded by the noble ladies. The woman seemed to feel the gaze of Huang Guang and raised her head. Their gazes mingled and they began to wink.

I stared at him. “That sounds like my life.” “It wasn’t your life.” I frowned. “What do you mean?” He reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out a photograph. He handed it to me. I looked down. A young woman stared back at me. Me. I knew it was me. But the woman in the photograph looked different. She was smiling. Really smiling. Not the small, careful smile I had learned to wear around Ethan’s family. This girl looked happy. Confident.

She turned to me with a bright smile. “Uhmmm—” Adrian sliced a soft pinch across my laps and passed warnings to me with his eyes. “Mom, these questions are not necessary now. The good thing is that I have a wife and a pregnant one, so can we just eat?” Adrian’s tone was filled with irritation as he spoke. “But I would love to get something for the baby too. Is it a boy or a girl?” a soft-spoken voice sang, and I was forced to look. It was a young lady, probably in her early twenties. She had this soft aura all around her. She was beautiful to the core, and her ocean-blue eyes spoke more volume to her beauty. Everything about her spoke wealth and luxury, and I couldn’t admire her less.

We should understand the challenges women face and make up for what we missed with the next generation. When the triplets turned one, Tom held a proper wedding ceremony for us. I waited at home with our four children and the nanny. My sister's Victoria led Robert and Grace to block the door, asking for candy as per tradition. Tom came to pick me up in a car. Our family was better off now, even setting up a small banquet in the yard. This time, Tom got drunk from the villagers' toasts, all saying he had married the most fortune-bringing woman in our village and should drink well.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

Why is this pervert so liberated? "W-what baby are you referring to?" She immediately takes a step back. "We've gotten married. Of course, we'll have a child sooner or later." "But I'm only 19!" “Our mother is 19 when she had Yuno.” Well shit. She almost forgot that women marries and give birth here in early age. In modern world, when you’re 19, you are just a college student!

I remembered 20-year-old Lucas, kneeling to kiss my toes, whispering that the moment he saw me, he knew—the Moon Goddess had made me for him. I remembered 23-year-old Lucas standing before our families as we signed the mate bond contract. He was an untamed warrior that night, lost in his passion, keeping me awake until dawn. I remembered 25-year-old Lucas, holding our newborn in his arms, swearing we wouldn't have another child—because a year without touching me had nearly driven him insane. The toilet flushed, the sound jarring me back to the present. I opened my eyes to see 31-year-old Lucas.

A voice rang from outside, soft yet loud like a clarinet. A young girl in her early twenties rushed to the old woman who called for her. "Mom, I don't want to cook. The farm is much fun." "Yes. Digging and getting all those nails dirty is fun. It would have been better if you came as a boy." Her mother mocked. "Help me with the melon seeds. Your Dad will be back from the city soon and you know how hunger he'll be." "I know Mom." The young lady shrugged, pouting her peach-colored lips to her mom before getting the melon seeds that needed attention.

Then, she shoved a bill into my hand. “Call yourself a cab to the hospital.” The moment the door closed, I hailed a cab and headed to the hospital. While getting an IV at the hospital, I scrolled through my feed. Javor had just updated his social media. The last photo showed Amaya’s back as she crouched to adjust the equipment. It was posted with this caption. [My dear senior says my livestream’s way more important than some people’s lives!] In the photo, the wedding ring on her ring finger glinted coldly. Our mutual friends were going wild in the comments:

I had to steal a kiss after that but was sure to keep it short. My body didn't really understand that she was out of commission for a while yet and my boy was feeling lonely. Poor thing he'd gotten a taste of the best pussy he'd ever had only to be cut off without warning. For that alone I could kill the fucks. "So you don't mind being pregnant this young?" She shook her head as she settled her hurt wrist in a better position on her pillow. "Do you mind?" Smart girl my wife. "A little I think. I'm afraid that you'll be throwing away your youth somehow."