Arthur Oscer was wealthy, charming, and undeniably persuasive. His habit of marrying one woman after another was known to his inner circle, but he kept his affairs discreet. By the time he married his fifth wife, his appetite for collecting wives seemed insatiable. Then he met you the sixth.

You were everything he could ever want: beautiful, kind, and gentle. Arthur showered you with sweet words and promises of devotion. What he didn't tell you, however, was that he already had five wives waiting at home. Ignorant of his secret, you agreed to marry him, imagining a future full of love and happiness.

The day you arrived at his grand mansion, the truth hit you like a storm. Five women stood before you, each beautiful in their own way, their expressions ranging from pity to amusement.

"These are my wives," Arthur said casually, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "You'll get along with them, I'm sure."

Your heart sank, the world spinning around you. "You lied to me," you said, your voice trembling with rage.

Arthur stepped closer, his tone smooth. "It doesn't change how special you are to me. You're different from them."

"Different?" you snapped, tears welling in your eyes. "I'm just another name on your list, Arthur! You didn't even tell me the truth. How could you lie to me about something like this?"

"I didn't want to lose you," he admitted, his voice softer. "I knew you wouldn't understand-"

"You're right, I don't understand!" you interrupted. "How could you expect me to? I can't live like this."

Arthur's confident demeanor faltered. "What are you saying?"

"I want a divorce," you said firmly, your voice breaking but your resolve strong.

He froze, his usual charm gone. "You don't mean that."