My Submissive Wife Hides a Will to Kill
About This Novel
In my previous life, on my sixtieth birthday, I was coaxed and deceived by my children into signing a real estate gift agreement. From then on, I became a ball and was kicked around by them. The eldest son said: "Dad, please live here with me. It will be inconvenient for my wife to be pregnant." The youngest daughter said: "Dad, you spend too much money, and I am under great pressure." Finally, they threw me into the cheapest nursing home in the suburbs. They didn't even look at me again until I died alone. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my sixtieth birthday. When my eldest son pushed the familiar agreement in front of me, I tore it up. "I have worked hard all my life not for you to take advantage of me. You will never get a cent of this house or this deposit!" But I didn't expect that after I silenced my children one by one, my wife, who had been silent all this time, pulled me into the room and took out an old wooden box from under the bed.
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