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All My Wives
All My Wives
All My Wives
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All My Wives

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After attaining a Ph.D., in Matterial Science from Beijing University of Technology, the protogonist earns a research fellowship at MIT, and finally lands a job with a NASA Contractor in Huntsville, Alabama. The story talks about the three wives he had during his life in the United States, until he found his true love in his fourth wife.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherJoy Chen
Release dateNov 12, 2011
ISBN9781465839947
All My Wives
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Joy Chen

Joy Chen lives in the United States and has published several books including: Affair Gone Sour; All My Wives; Crazy Professor; He Luvs Them All; Jeff’s Girls; Joey's Playhouse; Lovers Perish; My Lover; and Virginator. The latest book the author is working on is tentatively titled, "Sex with My Ex!"

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    All My Wives - Joy Chen

    *****

    All My Wives

    By Joy Chen

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright © 2011 Joy Chen

    *****

    If you’re reading this eBook and did not purchase it, please purchase a copy. This eBook contains sexual situations and may not be suitable for all audiences!

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    Chapter One

    So Dr. Chen, you think your first wife was a gold-digger?

    She got all the gold, didn’t she? At least two pounds of it, plus a two-storey house in a well-to-do suburb, which was fully paid for by the time the divorcé decree came through.

    She also got custody of your son?

    Yes, that too! I was talking to my twenty-nine year old ghostwriter — Marisa — I had hired the pretty blonde to write my autobiography. In fact she assured me that she is a smart brunette and she dyed her hair for better luck. I couldn’t find any fault with that kind of argument, and even I would have passed her by, if she hadn’t dyed her hair for that matter.

    I was not hoping to make any money off my publishers, and the whole thing was for me to pass some time and enjoy whatever little time I had left in this world. What better way to chat with a comely blonde than by offering her a cherished contract — a book deal. After the brutal passing of wife number four, I had lost all interest in life and was frantically waiting for my turn to come around!

    I knew that Marisa and I would be spending a lot of time together, filtering through my life with a fine toothcomb, and I would rather do that with someone good looking. After my fourth wife died in a carjacking incident, I had withdrawn into a cocoon and the only time I came out of it was to talk about my past, and Marisa was helping me do so, so elegantly for me!

    She was sitting on a couch in my living room sipping coffee. She had her notebook and pen ready and was very keen on getting all the information right down to all the itsy bitsy juicy details. She had advised me to tell her the truth, nothing but the truth, and then, she was going to make it all sound better for the readers.

    She had promised to let me take a look at it before she sent it to her agent, and hopefully to the publisher soon thereafter. It was going to cost me a bundle, depending on how long the book was going to be. She could always add extra pages and bill me for it — I was gold as far as she was concerned. Another gold-digger in the making? I hope not. I’m a lot wiser now; at least that’s what I think!

    Marisa had quoted me a price of one hundred dollars per printed page, and it was supposed to be a sweet deal as she was just starting out as a ghostwriter. Actually I was looking forward to share the profits with her, but she wouldn’t bite. According to her, ninety-five percent of all such books printed sells less than five hundred copies apiece. So it was a ‘lose-lose’ situation for me, and she didn’t want anything to do with it. Making it ‘big’ in the literary world was more like buying a lottery ticket!

    So your first wife took you to the cleaners?

    "I guess so. She never loved me;

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