"I, who am neither married nor have a girlfriend, suddenly found myself with a wife! The key point is... this wife is actually a deceased... late wife..."
"I, who am neither married nor have a girlfriend, suddenly found myself with a wife! The key point is... this wife is actually a deceased... late wife..."
That morning, I received a phone call.
The caller claimed to be from the police station.
After confirming my identity, the caller directly asked me to go to the local police station to collect the belongings of my deceased wife-my "deceased wife"!
I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the call.
Were scammers these days really this sloppy?
I meant, I didn't even have a girlfriend, let alone a wife!
And now they were telling me I had a "deceased wife"?
After mocking the caller for their lack of professionalism, I decisively hung up and blocked the number.
However, the matter didn't end there.
That afternoon, administrators of the neighborhood in which I lived and local police officers came to see me.
To my surprise, they were also talking about me collecting the belongings of this so-called "deceased wife."
Not only that, but they also sternly criticized me for concealing my marital status.
I was stunned!
I truly wasn't married!
This so-called "deceased wife" must be a mistake!
Yet, under the repeated insistence of the local officers, I went to the City Criminal Police Division with a sense of unease.
I was greeted by a young officer, Officer Thomson.
From his voice, I recognized him as the person I had sarcastically accused of being an unprofessional scammer that morning!
Fortunately, he didn't give me a hard time or anything. Although his attitude wasn't warm, it wasn't impatient either.
I quickly explained that I wasn't married.
Officer Thomson then presented a marriage certificate and a couple photo. It not only had my name, birth date, and ID number, but even the photo was unmistakably me!
How could this be possible?
Yet, the marriage certificate was right there in front of me.
I looked again at the woman next to me in the photo.
She was a sweet-looking woman with short hair.
And she leaned slightly towards me with a radiant smile.
Although she was indeed attractive, I could swear I had never seen this woman before!
Through Officer Thomson's explanation, I roughly understood the situation.
These items were found on the deceased while handling a traffic accident case.
Since they couldn't contact any family at the time, the body had already been burn to ashes during the accident.
Now that they had finally reached me, the "family member," they wanted me to take possession of these items.
After explaining, he said no more.
The officer handed me an envelope, instructing me to sign for the few items inside.
In a daze, I signed and returned home.
Looking at the envelope on the coffee table, I felt a headache brewing!
What the hell was happening?
Had I suddenly become a widowed "married man"?
According to the officer's account, my so-called "deceased wife" had already been cremated and buried.
What kind of unlucky situation had I stumbled into?
Feeling completely exasperated, I opened the envelope again to check its contents.
Besides the marriage certificate, there was only a set of keys and a butterfly hair clip.
Looking at these "deceased wife's" belongings, I felt a sense of bad luck!
I shredded the marriage certificate.
These things came inexplicably and made me vaguely uneasy inside.
As if they were harbingers of something ominous.
I decided to throw them away first thing in the morning.
But who could have predicted that something even stranger would happen in the middle of the night?
"Please believe me. I didn't do anything!" Thalassa Thompson cried helplessly. "Take her away." Kris Miller, her husband, said coldly. He didn't care as she was humiliated for the whole world to see. What would you if the love of your life and the woman you considered your best friend betrayed you in the worse way possible? For Thalassa, the answer was only one; she's going to come back stronger and better and bring everyone who made her suffer to their knees. Let the games begin! ***** "I hate you." Kris gritted out, glaring into her eyes. Thalassa laughed. "Mr Miller, if you hate me so much, then why is your dick so hard?"
Eliana reunited with her family, now ruined by fate: Dad jailed, Mom deathly ill, six crushed brothers, and a fake daughter who'd fled for richer prey. Everyone sneered. But at her command, Eliana summoned the Onyx Syndicate. Bars opened, sickness vanished, and her brothers rose-one walking again, others soaring in business, tech, and art. When society mocked the "country girl," she unmasked herself: miracle doctor, famed painter, genius hacker, shadow queen. A powerful tycoon held her close. "Country girl? She's my fiancée!" Eliana glared at him. "Dream on." Resolutely, he vowed never to let go.
Sunlit hours found their affection glimmering, while moonlit nights ignited reckless desire. But when Brandon learned his beloved might last only half a year, he coolly handed Millie divorce papers, murmuring, "This is all for appearances; we'll get married again once she's calmed down." Millie, spine straight and cheeks dry, felt her pulse go hollow. The sham split grew permanent; she quietly ended their unborn child and stepped into a new beginning. Brandon unraveled, his car tearing down the street, unwilling to let go of the woman he'd discarded, pleading for her to look back just once.
Dayna had worshiped her husband, only to watch him strip her late mother's estate and lavish devotion on another woman. After three miserable years, he discarded her, and she lay broken-until Kristopher, the man she once betrayed, dragged her from the wreckage. He now sat in a wheelchair, eyes like tempered steel. She offered a pact: she would mend his legs if he helped crush her ex. He scoffed, yet signed on. As their ruthless alliance caught fire, he uncovered her other lives-healer, hacker, pianist-and her numb heart stirred. But her groveling ex crawled back. "Dayna, you were my wife! How could you marry someone else? Come back!"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
I received a pornographic video. "Do you like this?" The man speaking in the video is my husband, Mark, whom I haven't seen for several months. He is naked, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, thrusting forcefully on a woman whose face I can't see, her plump and round breasts bouncing vigorously. I can clearly hear the slapping sounds in the video, mixed with lustful moans and grunts. "Yes, yes, fuck me hard, baby," the woman screams ecstatically in response. "You naughty girl!" Mark stands up and flips her over, slapping her buttocks as he speaks. "Stick your ass up!" The woman giggles, turns around, sways her buttocks, and kneels on the bed. I feel like someone has poured a bucket of ice water on my head. It's bad enough that my husband is having an affair, but what's worse is that the other woman is my own sister, Bella. ************************************************************************************************************************ "I want to get a divorce, Mark," I repeated myself in case he didn't hear me the first time-even though I knew he'd heard me clearly. He stared at me with a frown before answering coldly, "It's not up to you! I'm very busy, don't waste my time with such boring topics, or try to attract my attention!" The last thing I was going to do was argue or bicker with him. "I will have the lawyer send you the divorce agreement," was all I said, as calmly as I could muster. He didn't even say another word after that and just went through the door he'd been standing in front of, slamming it harshly behind him. My eyes lingered on the knob of the door a bit absentmindedly before I pulled the wedding ring off my finger and placed it on the table. I grabbed my suitcase, which I'd already had my things packed in and headed out of the house.
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