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

I told one about a board member asking if I’d “be back after maternity leave.” “I said I never left.” Ethan laughed. “That’s my wife.” After bath, after books, after 2 songs and 3 “one more time”. Lila was asleep in her crib. Between pictures of the company IPO and a photo of us at our wedding. Ethan and I stood in the doorway watching her. “You think she’ll run the company?” he whispered. “If she wants,” I said. “If not, she can do anything.” He put his arm around me.

“In case you haven’t realized it, I only cared about you because I thought my son loved you. But now that he has found someone better, I have to support him as his mother. Sophie is far more suitable for him. Her father is a respected businessman, after all.” Ella stiffened. She had never felt so small in her own home. “You have no right to do this to me in my matrimonial home.” She turned toward Richard, desperation flashing in her eyes. “Say something, Richard!” How could the man who had once promised to love her forever now be preparing to marry a famous actress? How could their marriage... the marriage she had built her entire life around be ending like this? Richard’s expression remaine

"He's...trying to make up for a lot of things and thinks he can by calling me repeatedly and playing appearing and disappearing tricks in places I don't want him to." Beverly blew her cheeks. "That...sounds like a lot." "Sounds like?" I scoffed. "It is a lot! I've had to handle hell because of this person. All I want right now is to be left alone!" Before I knew it, Beverly was already pouring us a glass of wine, each. "That must have been so frustrating to go through." Beverly handed me a glass of wine that I downed in one go. "Oh, this is nice." I walked closer and started to examine the bottle. I didn't know what was nicer. Taking nice with Beverly or taking wine with Beverly in her house

“You caused this! You caused everything! One moment ago you were panicking about the company collapsing because of your carelessness, and now you have the nerve to talk to me like this?” He ran a hand through his hair, pacing as frustration spilled over. “Look at what you’ve reduced me to,” he continued bitterly. “A man who once had everything… now standing in front of her… begging.” His laugh was hollow. “Sarah… the same woman I once had control over.” Margaret’s expression hardened. “You forced me to leave her,” he added, his voice dropping. “That is a lie, Frederick,” she shot back sharply. He stopped. Slowly turned.

Not that I would want to anyway. I want everything with her. Everything I denied myself and her when we were married. I want a future with her. I want to re-marry her and grow our family. I want to watch our kids grow and be there for her every step of the way. I want a happy ending with her, and I want to spend the next sixty-plus years with her. “You’re overreacting. I’m sure nothing is wrong.” He assures me firmly. I sigh, defeated and tired. “If you think that’s the case, why don’t you come home for dinner then? You can see for yourself that I am not overreacting, as you put it.”

She was an independent woman now. Controlling her anger has become impossible these days. She was sure he suspected that she was just pretending to be another woman. Knowing her ex-husband was the CEO, she would have given up on this partnership if it wasn't one of her dreams. But she knew it would take her to places she had been dreaming of. Ellodie wouldn't let Simon make her give up on her dreams. This was just business. Nothing more. The ringing sound of her phone jerked her out of her reverie. With Sydney sleeping on her bed, she quickly grabbed the phone to pick up so Sydney wouldn't wake up from the loud sound.

"I don't know. I keep thinking I'm making it up to you for the Gloria thing, but you wouldn't have a proper standard to compare my favours to because your husband was a bastard, so I don’t know why I am making you the exception." That just sounds like pity. Am I really that pitiful in his eyes that he would break his rules just to amuse me? A sigh leaves me; I can't even bring myself to say, ‘You don’t need to treat me differently from your exes’ because I love this. I love that he went to buy me pads, I love that he slept with me in the same bed, I love that he is eating junk food with me at three a.m. Oh God, maybe I am pitiful.

He knelt, "I really am. "Promise me you will never do that again." She folded her arms. "I will never ever do that my love." "Okay. You can get up." She lifted him, "Thank you." He pecked her, "please be fast with the food, you know dad and mom will be back in two hours time and I can't wait to eat you." "Spoilt brat am." she fired " Who spoilt me?" He chuckled. "Not me." "Who has that killer body that drives me crazy?" He held her, "Of course it's you" "Whatever."

I pushed open the heavy glass door, the golden script of “Bliss & Bloom Spa” catching the light above me. It had been three months since I’d last been here—three months of court dates, late-night arguments over text, and the hollow ache of signing divorce papers. My ex-husband had started calling again, leaving voicemails about how he missed me, how we could try again. I knew better. He missed the life I’d built without him, the promotions, the money. I was done caring.

still, she's quiet for about a minute. Being speechless for a long time... it's boring. "I was the one who’s riding your husband last time… and we’ve got a hot night I might say… is memorable to me. He’s very good in bed," I teased, saying that I didn't waste gas coming here, right? But I returned to the serious topic as I asked her, "Are you really going to waste your money to help someone who still can't get over his ex-wife?"