My Three Yandere Wives - Chapter 5 A Elf Girl’s Decision

After a surprise call about divorce, she finds herself in a whirlwind of emotions with her estranged husband.Caught between her father's illness and the her husband's family's expectations, she faced a decision to part ways with her aloof husband.~~~~~Three years of marriage, her husband never came home.But she's happy with it - because she secretly worked as his private chef.During the day, she receives a high monthly salary from him, manipulated and at his beck and call.At night, she's his little wife alone in an empty room every night, enjoying his luxurious seaside villa.Brimming with money and leisure yet her husband never came home, she was extremely content with her life.Until he caught her and pushed her against the bed, “Mrs, you've had your fun, isn't it my turn now?”

She killed his wife, destroyed his reputation, and ran off with his son. 8 years later, she returned home with her genius son, who already had a fiancée. “Give me the child, or you can’t afford the price.”“A girl who eats meat and vegetables doesn’t suffer, if you want a child, find yourself a woman to give you one.”

Fate, a gatekeeper who had been working for the castle, is beset by a few burdens.

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.