My Ex-husband Can't Stop Spoiling Me Novels & Stories

“But really, Ava, you shouldn’t be exerting yourself like this. Not on my watch.” Ava walked toward him, pulling out a chair for him at the table. “I’m fine, Grandpa. Sitting still doesn’t suit me these days. And besides, you’ve done so much for me. Let me at least spoil you for once.” Grandpa Pascal chuckled, his cheeks creasing. “Spoil me, she says! Alright, but don’t make it a habit, young lady.”

"You’re married to the CEO, Princess. Do I have to keep reminding you? Besides, I promise, no one will care if you're late." I sighed. “They’ll talk. You know they have already been talking.” He grabbed my shoulders, before rubbing his palms up and down my arms. “Let them. I want time with my wife.” I felt heat creep onto my cheeks. I didn't need to look in the mirror to see that they were red. "So, what do you say?" he asked. I let out a sigh as I nodded. I hoped it would help me get over the whole past thing. Besides, he said he wanted to spend more time with his wife. When he put it like that, how could I refuse?

But when I started describing a private dinner I’d hosted for a couple’s anniversary, he cut in with, “Oh, that’s cute. My ex-wife used to go through these chef phases. Bought all the gadgets, never used them.” I smiled politely and took a long sip of wine. From there, it was all him. His business, his workouts, his ex-wife’s “drama,” his plan to buy property in Florida “before the boom hits again.” Every few minutes, he’d say, “You know what I mean?” I didn’t. At some point, I realized I’d stopped listening. I was watching the couple at the next table, a young woman feeding her boyfriend a forkful of pasta, both of them laughing with their mouths full. It looked messy. Real. Alive.

Tiredness and exhaustion overwhelmed me, at this point I really wanted to fall, but this I had never complained to my husband because I didn't want to transmit negative energy to him. The door had not been repaired for a long time, so it sounded as hard to hear and as barbaric as the horror movies. Just opened the door, inside there was only a dark patch of light from the living room, I was extremely disappointed, before returning home I was looking forward to being welcomed by my husband just every time I hope to be disappointed again but I have not stopped hoping and looking forward to the past 5 years. I look at the scandalous husband lying on the sofa, my voice very tired towards him.

I pouted. "Well, Logan loves me being a brat. He loves me when I'm being a spoiled. He loves everything about me, even my flaws are included. He loves me being a nagger too, so it isn't really a problem." I crossed my arms and smiled. "And even though I can't cook, well at least, I can eat him whole, right? That's the most important thing for our marriage to stay healthy and happy." Their eyes widened as their jaw dropped.

She said. "Betty, you can drag me as much as you want. I honestly don't care" I shoved her aside, walking to meet Junia who wanted to turn in another direction but every direction that she turned into, I followed her. "For the last time, Ethan. Leave me alone" She muttered through gritted teeth. "You shouldn't treat your sponsor like this! Today I am not here as your ex-husband but as your sponsor and since I am your sponsor, it is only ideal that I make sure that you eat so that you act well"

His love came too late, and it meant nothing to me. "We've been married for three years, and you still don't know I hate chicken noodle soup and seafood chowder. I prefer fish chowder and potato soup. Cameron, we're just not meant to be," I blurted everything out all at once. When Cameron saw I was set on it, he grabbed my hand, his eyes pleading with me. "Are you still mad that I got a villa for Rowena? I'll buy you a better one, alright? Just don't divorce me, and you can ask for anything."

I assured her. "No," she said. A beat of silence followed, more contemplative this time. "He made you larger." I frowned, shifting in my seat. "What?" "You're larger now than you were before the marriage, Sera. Larger than you were the day you signed those papers and walked out of that penthouse." I heard her take a breath. "He is not responsible for that, you are. You did the work. You built the foundation. But he didn't diminish it this time. He fed it. That's the difference between the man who broke you and the man who just asked to stay."

Have that in mind. The almost-smile on his face died. I know you hate me sandra,he said. Quiet. Like he’d said it to himself a thousand times in the dark. But in my heart you are still my wife. You will always be my one and only. It should’ve meant nothing. It did something anyway. A hot spike of anger rose in her throat. She bit it down.

“I hate that I can’t even argue with that.” “Do your best, sugar. For you and Addie. For your overflowing pride.” She lifted a forkful of cake. “And for your sexy, smartass ex-husband you just had the greatest fuck of all time with after ten years of separation—and now you’re trying to go into debt just to pay him back little by little so he’ll remember you and your jiggly ass bouncing on him.” “What?” I almost choked. “Say it. You’re still in love with him.”