"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?
Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé. Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now-billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn't mind. I'd crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one? Wrong. One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That's when it hit me-he didn't love me. He didn't even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn't even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup. So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster-my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise. Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol. Enter him. Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I'd met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes. It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised. But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life. And, as it turned out, the best decision I'd ever made. Because my one-night stand isn't just some random guy. He's richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with. And now, he's not letting me go.
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Drugged and deceived, she bore a child amidst tragedy-her son, falsely declared dead at birth. Fueled by the agony, she disappeared, only to return years later with both her daughter and an adopted son, driven by an unyielding desire for revenge against those who had wronged her and her late mother. The plot takes an unexpected twist when the haunting truth surfaces: her son is alive, and his father is a powerful CEO.
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”
After spending a night with a strange man on the day before her wedding, Arianna left the country to start her life afresh. The 22-year-old Arianna Jason lived her life pleasing those she loved the most, without knowing that she was simply a prey being nurtured for the day of her ruin. Her life has tasted the butter pill of betrayal. She wants to give back to the world what she's got but how can she change her good, innocent personality to fit into a cruel society and world? Can her sweet nature be contaminated, or will she make it through, paddling on the right path?
"I heard you're going to marry Marcelo. Is this perhaps your revenge against me? It's very laughable, Renee. That man can barely function." Her foster family, her cheating ex, everyone thought Renee was going to live in pure hell after getting married to a disabled and cruel man. She didn't know if anything good would ever come out of it after all, she had always thought it would be hard for anyone to love her but this cruel man with dark secrets is never going to grant her a divorce because she makes him forget how to breathe.
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