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

“Not only did you cheat on me, but you went and got her pregnant?” His eyes widened. “I didn't! I swear!” He cried out. “It was once! It only happened once!” She relaxed her hands and he let out a small laugh. “So these pictures…” she began scrolling through her phone “...are all from one day?” “Sera. Calm down. How did you get these?” “Oh! Mr. CEO, I am calm” she said as she slowly took off her shoes “but this little marriage we have going on, is over.”

“You are also hard-headed Mrs. De Villa.” “Shut up!” He chuckled. “I won’t!” “I said shut up! Are you an infant who can’t understand human language?” His eyebrows raised. “I am your husband and not an infant. I can give you that instead.” Glaring at him, I felt like a crazy woman fooling with a crazy childish man. “Ex-husband.” I corrected. “Yeah?” His tone was now playful. Is he bipolar? He moved his face down to face mine completely.

It drove his wife away from home and now he was in his car with his ex who had orchestrated the game. And now he was taking her home, the matrimonial home she had broken up. He sometimes wondered why he kept allowing some things to frustrate his life. He tried to imagine his life with less drama but could not. Priscilla knew that deep down, Matteo loved the chaos in his life and he would not change it for anything. It was why she thoroughly enjoyed playing games with him. "Do you ever plan to remarry?" Priscilla asked abruptly. The question spoiled Matteo's mood.

I replied to her with even a louder tone that made the people around us interested in what we had going on. She sat down back, unable to talk or reply to me as I had created the scene she wanted. “Firstly, you don't get to talk to me about what or who I want to be with, Travis was my ex-husband you stole from me and now he wants me back, you're on the edge…I don't even have his time yet, you're all worked up just imagine if i do, what will be the outcome of you?” I asked and she clutched her fist tightly but didn't say anything.

She's a big spoilt baby, and I am not up for the nagging, I'll stick with the bragging. "Would you like me to buy you something?" she asked, smiling. I dropped on the sofa and closed my eyes. "Want to play again?" "Hello no. I'm good. I'm a loser" "That's how it is sometimes." I looked up at her and frowned. "You are spoilt, you know that?" She dropped down in my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Don't be too jealous husband." "I made you win" "Keep telling yourself that." she snuggled into my chest. "Thank you for letting me forget my problems for a while.

I kept asking myself over and over again how it had all come to this and why the man who seemed not to have gotten over his ex-wife and even resisted my charm in all the years we'd been married suddenly got smitten by that bitch. Yes, I agreed that she was beautiful. I agree that she had a bigger and curvy features that could make any man go insane than me, but I had no idea that my own husband who claimed that he wasn't over his first wife, would also join the band of men smitten by her and end up humiliating me in public.

Only to get disappointed like this. I set up a whole scenery for her, paid for the reserved table, and the food, like some dumb idiot in a romance novel. And for what? So she could show up with her ex-husband? Smile with him, eat with him, and even let him feed her like they were some newlyweds? I ran my hand across my face and collapsed onto the chair. How could I let myself slip like this? When did I start caring? I looked around, paused, and nodded slowly. It’s this house. It must be this house. I guess being under the same roof with someone else had rubbed off on me more negatively than I expected.

But that didn’t mean he’d leave me alone. So although he had nothing to tell me, the moment I turned my phone back on his name lit up on my phone screen once more. I flipped it over and focused my attention back onto Joanna. “Who’s that?” She asked. “My ex-husband.” I said quickly cutting at my dinner so I could distract myself, “I don’t think he regrets anything. He just gets annoyed when he doesn’t get what he wants.” “He’s very persistent.” She mused. “Very.” I agreed without emotion.

I didn’t bother hiding. I hated that he has stirred me up with all those mixed signals, only to turn around and act like I meant nothing. Honestly, I was just relieved I hadn’t given in to the temptation. He took the remote and pressed pause. Finally giving me his full attention— if only to indulge my complaints. “Ex-wife,” he corrected, punctuating the word with a dismissive Wave of his finger. “Also, I could have remembered, even if you didn’t help me.” I groaned quietly, I didn’t want to argue with him.

he smiled, sounding very proud of himself. "Are you sure? The last time you brought me breakfast in bed, Fiona made it," I chuckled. "Not this time around, she didn't," he sat up and looked at me. I looked at him and fell in love again. He had always been thoughtful even when we were married, and he couldn't say he loved me. Even though he kept me away from the people I knew, he took care of me and made me feel like I was loved. I had everything I needed and wanted. He spoiled me rotten and didn't hold back his money from me.