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

Fetish - Selena Gomez & Gucci Mane 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I don't know why I feel like I want to be spoiled with my husband. My children, not awake yet. Sunday, I let them rest. And today too, I want to sleep all day long. I want to spend the day in bed. Being served, or being pampered and given the best service from the husband and maybe the children. Because usually I always spoil them.

She pouted. "I want you to spoil only me." "You should've said that before we made babies, so I wouldn’t bother about babies first and just spoil you," he teased. "But I'll still spoil you, my wife. You are my one and only woman." He sat up and bent down a little over his sulking wife. "How do you want me to spoil you then?" His hand caressed down to her navel and further down… "I'll let you have your way to appease me." She grinned. He grinned back at her and kissed her curves down to her hips, then to her side.

"The burn she gave herself to manipulate you." "You don't know that..." "I know her, that's enough." He pushed past me into the room. "This is getting ridiculous." "What is?" "This jealousy, this paranoia..." "I'm not jealous, I'm watching my husband prioritize his ex over his wife." "I'm not prioritizing anyone, I'm trying to take care of someone who's injured and pregnant...." "There it is, the pregnant card. Every time you need an excuse, you throw that in." "It's not an excuse, it's reality..."

Sure, I had the means to enjoy life, but it felt different when it came from someone else. My ex-husband had the resources to spoil me, yet he never did. However he used to spoil that slut. “We’ve arrived at our first stop. We can’t leave without doing some shopping,” he declared as he set me down. “See? No sweat,” he boasted. He was so full of himself. “Lift up your hands, I want to smell you,” ordered him. He grabbed my arms and pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist as I squealed in excitement.

"I mean, I'm not half bad, am I?" I let out a soft laugh, shaking my head. "You're not bad at all." "Good to know," he says, leaning in closer, his breath warm against my lips. "Because even though we are married out of convenience, you should know that I fully plan to spoil you to my heart's content." "And how do you plan to do that?" I ask, feeling slightly bolder and wrapping my arms around his neck. "By making breakfast every day?" "Mm, that's just the beginning." His voice drops lower, his hands sliding to my waist, pulling me closer. "I'm thinking long showers, lazy mornings, maybe even a vacation where you don't have to think about anything but how good I make you feel."

She said as she walked up to me, her expression cold and calculating, as if she was thinking about every word she was going to say next. “What?” “Not only did you give in to that woman and cave from being within two feet of her, but you were also having quite the sour face and trying to flirt with her tonight at the party?” How did she– “Don't bother asking me how I know. Get your fucking act under control or I'm going to do it for you. I can't have my “beloved” husband going around messing with his ex-wife can I? Don't you dare mess up. Claire would never want something to do with a loser like you.”

“Thanks, but it’s okay. I’m not really hungry.” “You know, I came by earlier because I wanted to ask you if you’d like to watch this new comedy film showing at the local cinema… Imagine how shocked I was when I came in here and found someone harassing you.” I actually chuckled. “Surprise, surprise. My ex-husband managed to ruin my day again, even though I’m supposed to be miles away from our old home.” “Hey, it was bound to happen, Sophia. But it could be over now. We may never hear from them again.”

I gave up my life, stayed back home, and be his wife as he requested yet when his ex returned, he didn't think twice before tossing me aside like I was never meant to exist in his world. With tearful eyes, I knelt before Kyle, my knees hurting “Please don't do this to me. We've been together for too long for you to do this! Don't do this to us, don't throw me out of your life!” I begged, with my lips quivering, and my eyes digging into Kyle’s, hoping all this was just a joke But he looked me dead in the eyes and said, “You never meant anything to me, Selene. I’ve always had someone I love. K9 Leave already!” His cold voice sounded, and in that instant, I felt my world shatter.

Matteo froze. I settled onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. Gently, I traced circles beneath his tired eyes. "Even I don't dare spend this much of your money, and I'm your wife. So how could you waste it on them? "You're my one and only darling, Matteo. You're the only person I want to spoil. And that means I'm the only person who deserves to spend your money!" Matteo's arms trembled as they slid around my waist and pulled me tightly against him.

While waiting in line to pick up my prenatal checkup results, a viral video suddenly popped up in my local pregnancy group. The title was shamelessly bold: [How I Got My Ex-Husband’s Wife to Pay $80,000 for My Luxury Postpartum Retreat Without Spending a Dime] In the video, a woman lounged with a sheet mask on her face, grinning smugly at the camera. “My ex-husband gave me his wife’s salary card. He told her he needed it to pay for his dad’s medical treatment. “But I actually used that card to book the most expensive VIP suite at a luxury postpartum care retreat. “That idiot is pregnant and still eating cheap food every day to save money. She really thinks she’s such a devoted daughter