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

he grunted. I had planned to act nice and play along, but after I found out that our whole marriage had just been a setup, I didn't see the need to. Pushing him off me, I sneered at him. “Really? How so? He's more handsome, caring, richer, and, of course, faithful, seeing as he doesn't have a wife but you do.” He huffed, clearly displeased about my obvious comparison. “I have a lot of money. A lot more than you think.”

At first I had foolishly taken these excuses at face value, but now that I was far more familiar with my ex husband’s behavior, I now knew it was because he just didn’t care about me enough to put in the effort. Now William agreed without a hint of hesitation, but I couldn’t be excited for it this time around. After sustaining so much damage, my stomach couldn’t handle many kinds of food anymore. Waiting until he was gone, I looked down at George and weakly smiled down at him. “That should keep him busy,” I told him, bringing him to his rocker. “Now, I need you to stay here and behave. Do you think you can do that for me, George?”

“What do you mean?” “I mean... everything. The way we started, the years we wasted, and now... this,” she said, gesturing to the table full of documents. Lucas leaned back, running a hand through his hair. “I think about it all the time,” he admitted. “If I could go back and change things, I would. I would’ve been a better husband, a better partner. But I can’t change the past. All I can do is try to make things right now.”

For some reason his whole focus changed from me to his ex-wife, he doesn’t want anything to do with me now that she has returned and I fucking hate it. He is the reason why I do not have a healthy relationship with my family—my father. I sacrificed everything to be with him and this, this is how he’s going to pay me. I’m not going to let that happen. Not on my watch. If he wants to get back with his ex-wife then he can only do that when I’m dead. But for now, it’s impossible. “Laura. Laura!” I jumped in my seat, as I snapped out of my thoughts.

I replied as I looked at my husband. "I am now their son after we got married, and they are my parents, too, so I can give them anything I want, right? I am sure they are planning to hit the mall anytime soon for the upcoming party; please, allow me to do this, Meg." My husband begged, and he looked adorable, like Axel when he wanted something from me. "Alright, but you have to promise me you will never spoil them, Ashton, just this time," I responded, and he gave me one of his sweetest smiles.

“Since the day I caught my ex-husband with another woman, I decided to change and never again be the same fool I once was. No man will ever humiliate or mistreat me again—and that includes you, Gerald Lennox,” she declared, lifting her chin. “That’s not true!” he exclaimed. “You’re obsessed with me, that’s why you won’t stay away from my family and keep finding excuses to get close,” he said, his lips curling in disdain.

"You've gone too far! How can you treat your wife, the woman you love, like this? Where is your heart?" "Mom, Sophia is my ex-wife. And as for my actual wife, I'll be bringing her to meet you soon enough." I decided to play along. My mother was already getting on my last nerve, and a part of me wanted to annoy her right back. She scoffed, her voice filled with contempt. "If you're talking about that shameless snake, you'll have to step over my dead body before you make her your wife." "Mom, watch what you say." I warned her.

I felt completely, utterly numb. I leaned my head back against the cushion, looking up at the ceiling beams, letting out a dry, humorless breath. I’m sorry, Rose. How convenient. The ex-husband who had walked away from me, who had systematically dismantled our five-year marriage brick by brick, who had paraded another woman through our home and made her sleep in the bed I had made with my own hands. The man who had weaponized our seven-year-old son against me, who had stood in our living room and watched me beg on my knees with a brain tumor eating my skull alive, completely ignoring my cries and calling me lazy—that man was now writing me a pathetic little note.

"Well, there's nothing we can do about it. Oh, Ava, I've personally tested it. Really, ever since we had our baby, I seem to like Griffith more." Ava was speechless. She came to complain, not to hear her show off her love life, right? "Griffith has become even more handsome lately. How come he's so good-looking? He's also become more romantic, with one surprise after another. Oh dear, I love my husband so much." She couldn’t help her husband-flaunting at all. Ava couldn't take it anymore and quickly hung up. Charlotte didn't mind. She could continue to indulge herself alone. If necessary, she could also read the comments from netizens. She opened a new account just to like the comments prais

“You’re forgetting that I gave that scam bag woman a unit. I can give her another just so she would let you.” ”Hey!” I smacked his arms. He laughed. “I’ll file for my leave. No need to spend a dime for me.” I rolled my eyes. ”I won’t mind though. That’s my hobby, remember? Spoiling you with my millions.” he smirked. I pouted and tried to look at him angrily, but my smile won’t just hide perfectly. This man, really. “Stop spoiling me with your millions. I can simply beg for you kisses.” The last words are almost audible.