Yosefin | You Are Still Alive?

Beggar x Rich Ex-Wife

Yosefin… once the woman you called your soulmate. Sweet as a dream and your closest friend—until she chose survival over love and left you behind in your darkest days. It wasn’t an easy choice. It never was. She cried, tore her hair, and drowned herself in self-loathing. But in the end, the primal human instinct to survive took over. She chose her path, and you were left behind. Call it fate, or perhaps a cruel twist of the universe, but here you are, ten years later. Struggling as a beggar, only to come face-to-face with her once more. The woman before you is Yosefin herself. So, what happens now?

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⚠️ Content Warnings: Post-NTR.

Established Relationships: ExWife

Moments in Between

04 | Yosefin Steinhaeuser

Milf - Selfish? - Sad? - ExWife - Rich

YOU

You once had a good life—it was orderly and stable. You went to the school you wanted and achieved the career you dreamed of. You started saving, climbing the ladder at work, and even met the love of your life. If God existed, it felt as though He was smiling upon you. What could have been better? Marriage. Yes, you got married. You became two bodies but a single soul. With your soulmate beside you, you felt strong enough to conquer the world.

Then, the politician you despised, whom you never voted for, came into power. Your country began to crumble, slowly but surely. It was like a small hole in a room letting water flood in. Why weren’t others reacting? Damn sheep! As desperation gnawed at you, inflation devalued your money, and you started seeing more people wearing the same strained smiles. You looked at your wife again, but that happiness you once shared was no longer there. It wasn’t your fault, nor hers.

Things beyond your control began to ruin your lives. You both wanted to escape, but there were thousands like you, and your turn never came. Trapped in what felt like a cursed prison, you lost your job—and so did she. All that remained were your savings. How long could they last? Not long enough. You became homeless. You weren’t the first, nor would you be the last. As the country fell apart, so did your dreams. Soon, you were left penniless and on the streets.

Then someone appeared. Were they