My Husband Spoils Me Novels & Stories

It's past eleven, almost midday. Sigh... Since I have been sitting at home, my habits have been ruining. The fact that I am overly spoiled by my husband is true. But what can I do? He is so good at loving me that he makes me melt each time, and I have become a night owl now.

"Crystal, ours was an arranged marriage. The Shaw family isn't what it used to be, and your mother's still in the hospital. Without me, who do you think would be paying her medical bills? "If you keep making a scene, the consequences won't be something you can afford." Because of those words, no matter how many scandals he caused with other women, no matter how widely the rumors spread, I was always the one who quietly stepped in to clean up the mess. Then I devoted myself entirely to the family and gave birth to his first son. Over time, I became known as the perfect wife and daughter-in-law. So, when Hubert used an April Fools' joke to openly bring his latest affair into the light, I wasn'

Then he forced a small smile and continued putting food on her plate. “What do you mean?” he said calmly. “I’m serving dinner to my wife.” His words sounded light, but his shoulders were tense. She watched him closely. “I don’t mean the food,” she said quietly. “I mean… all of this.” He stopped completely this time. The spoon rested on the plate. Slowly, he looked at her. “You mean caring for you?” he asked. “Yes,” she said. “You were never like this before.” His smile faded.

“Eat, baby. Don’t forget your meds.” “Geez. How can I forget?” I grabbed the cutlery and smiled. “I have a rich, handsome, all-around husband.” “Then what do you like most in that all-around?” His eyes glinted in mischief. “I’m sure he knows.” I sliced the omelet and shoved it into my mouth. “You?” “Me? What do I like in my wife?” He pretended to think before blinking at me. “Probably everything.” “Probably?”

“Maybe she thinks using a fork is too hypocritical, and eating with her hands fits her ‘casual’ personality better?” … By the time he managed to stuff Michelle back into the car, Charles was completely drained. Stuffed with food and drink, Michelle leaned back in the passenger seat and let out a series of loud and vulgar burps. She wiped her greasy hands all over the leather car interior that Charles treated with utmost care. Charles’ heart bled for his car, but he did not dare to get angry at her. He could only use wet wipes to clean the mess bit by bit. “Charles, I want more water,” Michelle said as she held out her hand like a spoiled brat.

I feel happy that he at least, considered me as his own. • Watching my husband's behaviour this past two weeks has been drastically discouraging to me. I don't even have the courage to do anything or act, because, he always seem so lost in his thought these days, he hardly ever eats and never forget to mention the fact that, he wasn't hungry. Thousands of time that he repeated that to me, and, I'm beginning to hate those words. He never smile like he usually does, I can't help but to feel like I'm beginning to loose my husband again for the second time.

Chuckling, my husband said, "Calm down, Erina. What's the deal? I see nothing wrong with your utensils." Gasping at my husband's remarks, I fired back at him. "So, you too see nothing, huh?!" I blinked as I couldn't believe it. "How am I supposed to eat with these rusty, little spoon and fork?! This spoon could not scoop a pie! How dare you!" I shouted at my husband's face and his mouth dropped wide open, leaving him speechless. Gritting my jaw, I licked my lips to look at Celci with hateful eyes. "Tell me, how am I supposed to eat with these! Do you think I will enjoy the food?!"

But I guess that still counts. “And you're just telling me this now?” the disappointment in my voice evident. “Does that really matter? its not like you do anything at home anyway” I can’t even feel bad enough because he was right, I wasn't doing anything at home all day. But he didn't have to put it like that. “You have to go, everyone’s wives will be there “ Oh is that what this is about? Showing everybody he had a wife? “Maybe Redmond would finally find a wife from the plus ones” he joked.

I chuckled as I answered her," You have called me a pervert so many times already. But you know I am your husband and I need to be perverted to satisfy you." She ignored my words while glaring at me as she walked toward the dining table. Before she got there, I was there already, sitting her comfortably on the chair. "Why do you want to stress yourself when you have a powerful husband?" I replied, drawing another chair for myself. "Thanks, husband," she said, her voice filled with teasing. "You are welcome, wifey," I replied too, my emotions on a rollercoaster. I made sure they made her breakfast a perfect one. After all, it was our first meal after getting married. It was a feast for the ey

But my husband was so adorable when he ate the damn thing and even complimented me, didn’t even let me throw it in the sink when I told him that he shouldn’t be eating it. I digress though, each morning after a breakfast made by my husband which always turns out to be delicious, I go back to sleep because of how tired I feel from our last night’s activities or sometimes I join him in the shower where he takes his time to wash me but we end up back in the bed somehow. Cole has always been a generous lover but these past days he had been more dedicated to put a better word to it, more intense, and more needy. I was constantly sore, and had to ask him to slow down. But still, I wanted him just