Being A Trophy Husband Is Exhausting Novels & Stories

He doesn’t joke with work, always gone, and sometimes I get this gut feeling he’s cheating on me with other women out there. How the hell can a man have a wife with my body,these heavy tits that spill out of everything, this thick ass that jiggles when I walk, this tight wet pussy that’s always ready and not want to fuck me every chance he gets? He takes care of me so good I don’t even have to work. I’m his trophy wife, all dressed up for events, running my charity organizations and visiting orphanages, but at home it’s just me fighting the loneliness. I help myself with toys to stay faithful, shoving them deep when the need hits so I don’t go crazy or step out. But nothing beats a real thic

Clementine answered me like it was so obvious, "we may be married to old ugly men, exception being you because Mr Aebischer is...hot, but they've all got mistresses to sate their sexual needs which are little to none existent and we're written in their wills so if they were to die we would be so wealthy, we could wipe our asses and blow our noses with $100 bills." "So what are we? Housewives?" I asked them, as I leaned back in my chair. "No, no, honey," Beverly shook her head, "we're not housewives," she raised her finger, stopping me from speaking, "we're the trophy wives." "Just because you add the to the word, doesn't suddenly make me proud to about to become one," I stated, sombrely.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

“And if I fail?” He glanced at the girl as she mumbled something towards me. “Then she dies,” he said simply. “And so do you.” My knees nearly buckled. “You wouldn’t,” I whispered. “Oh honey….you know me too well to know that I don't make empty threats.” My knees almost buckled beneath me. " It's like when you met Adrian you suddenly just lost your balance….and your whole purpose. You've become sloppy…….Being a trophy wife can't be as fun as being the CEO and heiress to a multimillionaire company, now can it?"

Taylor paused before saying, “I’ll say it now—I refuse to be a trophy husband!” Charlie, “...” Taylor turned dramatically on his side to face her, adding, “Don’t ever ask me to be a stay-at-home husband. I might lose my damn mind.” Charlie, “...” “I’d turn into one of those guys who debates espresso machines for a living in their podcast,” Taylor made a face, adding, “You’d come home one day, and I’d be wearing a silk robe, swirling whiskey, talking about the stock market like I know what I’m doing -”

"Although between you and me, I'm surprised she folded that easy. Grace always struck me as having more spine than the usual trophy wife." Something about the way he said it made my jaw tighten. "She's not a trophy wife." "Oh come on. That's literally what she was. That's what the whole thing was about." He laughed, not noticing or not caring that I wasn't joining in. "Beautiful model, looks perfect on your arm, makes you look like you've got it all figured out. That's the definition of a trophy wife."

A live-in son-in-law that’s life revolves around his wife all day was the only thing Darryl was good for. Clifford could not resist taking a few looks at Lily. ‘She’s such a beauty! Her figure was perfect and extremely sexy! That beautiful face was comparable to that of a celebrity. Darryl, that brat really got lucky. However, rumor has it that this brat has not even touched his wife after three years of marriage. Everyone in Donghai City knows about this. Haha!’ Clifford thought. “Old class monitor!” Darryl smiled as he walked over to greet Clifford.

It’s an arranged marriage. I wish he would make a move to maybe doing something with me. I get tensed everytime I’m around him. I get funny feelings, especially between my legs. I’m not used to sitting around and doing nothing. I cook, clean, and do the laundry. I literally do everything in the house, but I still feel lazy. I tried watching movies. I watched 365 days one time, and I couldn’t stop thinking about Duke doing all those things to me. The thoughts of his lips on my pussy, his fingers fucking me, his breath close to my chest.

my best friend, Jade, yelled over the bass of the club. I picked up the shot glass. The salt burned. The lime stung. The liquid felt like a controlled demolition of my last three years of misery. Being married to Dominic was like being married to a very handsome, very expensive marble statue. He was perfect to look at. He was impossible to talk to. And he was absolutely freezing to the touch. "To the ex-husband from hell," I toasted, slamming the glass down. "May he find a nice robot to spend the rest of his life with."

She will make their lives miserable. When Oscar was dumbfounded by Aretha's words, he turned to see Roger, who was sitting leisurely in his chair, watching them. This person is a billionaire of AL. Oscar has to rely on Roger a lot. He doesn't want to lose the mountain of gold in front of him. If his daughter Jenny were to marry Roger, then the second half of Oscar's life would be worry-free. Oscar made a serious face at Aretha, raising his voice. "The police will take you away in a while. You will be arrested for abusing the company's public funds and assaulting others. This crime is hard to escape."