Erotic Wife Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

] [Eric Hatch’s wife cried and accused Eric Hatch of not returning home for half a year and had not paid for living expenses. [Eric Hatch’s wife and daughter live in an old two-bedroom house, while his mistress lives in a luxury villa worth hundreds of millions of dollars.] [SE Group’s share price plunges. Women announce that they are abandoning SE’s cosmetics.] “...” Negative gossip about Eric Hatch in various aspects broke out, and even Eric’s wife was interviewed by the media about his various scummy behaviors. Eric angered the women across Australia. Women hated it when men cheated on their wives, and at that moment, Eric was still under investigation at the police station.

And now, standing in front of me in our kitchen, he was attempting to play the role of the wounded, betrayed husband—not because he was actually remorseful for what he’d done to me, but because someone else had answered my distress call before he could control the fallout. "You have got to be absolutely kidding me, Marcus." "I'm completely serious, Elena." "Marcus. Stop." His voice suddenly rose, the control fracturing. "I come home after trying to reach you all night, only to find another man walking my wife through the front door—" "Your wife?" He stopped mid-sentence. I took a deliberate step forward, moving out of the shadows of the foyer and into the harsh light of the kitchen. "Your wi

"You already had a husband. Why have a kid with me?" Her hand paused. Then she gave a small, careless smile. "I told you. Marrying him was for a stupid promise. Elliot, you're the one I love. I gave you the child you wanted. Isn't that enough?" She looked at me like she expected me to agree. Like I should be grateful. Everything I had been holding onto gave way. Just hours ago, I sat in that office and answered every question the therapist asked, leaning on rehearsed answers, forcing down the urge to end it.

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

She simply continued walking, her steps steady, her posture composed, as if the touch had never happened. Adrian’s hand fell back to his side, fingers curling into a fist. “You didn’t think to tell me where you were going?” he asked, voice low. Elena didn’t move back. She didn’t soften either. “I didn’t think I needed to.” There was no challenge in the way she said it. No defiance. And somehow, that made it harder to respond to. Adrian’s jaw tightened slightly. “You’re my wife.” Elena held his gaze, steady and composed.

During this period, Georgia called me countless times. At first, it was all insults. She called me ruthless and accused me of abandoning her to survive on her own. Later, it turned into begging. She cried and pleaded with me to help her family for the sake of our eight-year marriage. “Simon, I was wrong. I was really wrong. I shouldn’t have gotten involved with Fernando. I shouldn’t have listened to his nonsense. I’ve always loved you! “Simon, if you’re willing to invest in our company again, I’ll do anything for you! I’ll even beg on my knees!”

James pushed her inside one of the toilets. With the door closed behind him, he came closer to her and hugged her from behind. Catherine felt an electrical vibration moving all over her body. She has never felt anything like that before. The wine she drank does not help matters, it even makes her grab his neck shamelessly. She turned to him and started kissing him.

Eric hissed, "Just leave him and marry me, Bruna. I will keep you happy. I will fulfil all your needs, let it be emotional or physical. I know that disabled husband of yours is a fucking piece of trash who might not be able to satisfy you." What?! That was more than enough. I shoved Eric and landed a tight slap on his face. Eric's face got thrown to the left by the slap. "How dare you speak bullshit against my husband, huh?" I scoffed at him. Grabbing the collar of his coat, I straightened him and glared at him. "I am his loyal, dear wife and I won't hear any bullshit person like you speak even a word against my husband." I warned him. I shoved Eric and declared, "And from now on, it will be

Eric moved her into the lift once it arrived. Once the doors shut, enclosing them in on their own. She turned to face him, stepping up to him so only an inch separated their bodies. Locking her gaze onto his, her fingers curled into the lapels of his dark grey suit jacket. Anchoring herself to him as his hands once more moved to her waist. Her heart pounding, a wild tempo in her chest. It wasn’t just the encounter with Eva. It was him and their need for each other. Going up on her toes, she said in his ear. “Only when you want to be kinky is someone allowed to hit your wife in a very naughty way? Namely, you.” She let her breath skim across his ear.

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.