My Husband Spoils Me Novels & Stories

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

He said, half-playfully. I laughed, "I hope you don't." The corner of my lips lifted to a smirk. "You know my husband is so hot and muscular. He can beat you up with just one flick of his fingers." I boasted. Great, I wasn't supposed to be praising him, was I? "Hey!" He furrowed his eyebrows and pouted, flexing his biceps. "I'm way muscular and hotter than your husband." I laughed so hard, holding my flat tummy and almost spilling the juice in my hand.

Every day seemed to move with its own quiet rhythm as Cade and I continued building the life we had once struggled so hard to reach. And if there was one thing I had learned about being Cade’s wife, it was this: that man loved to spoil me. Not just in the loud, showy ways people could see. Cade covered every version of pampering – the loud, the quiet, the soft, and the deeply personal. He made sure my coffee was exactly how I liked it every morning. He never forgot the small things that mattered to me. And sometimes I caught him looking at me like he still couldn’t believe I was really there.

I don't blame anyone but myself for being blind and loving the wrong person. "But what I never imagined was that my wife would help her lover secure his professorship by plagiarizing the thesis that took me six months to complete, and then hire online trolls to spread rumors and slander me." With that, I clicked on a video. "Here, I find myself grateful that my wife doesn't love me, because she never noticed that I have a habit of recording my entire thought process and writing progress whenever I work on a thesis. "Here, indifference has become the most direct evidence to prove my innocence. Of course, I also have several audio recordings and chat logs here. In them, both Anna and Josh admi

He was always selfish – of course, it was his loud mouth and venom that made me realize she was pregnant anyway. How could I be so stupid? I stayed in her grandpa’s room most of the day, going out to get him his favorite meals. The posh hospital’s food was good, but he had cravings. He definitely should have backed off on the red meat – steak was always his primary choice.

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.

he said in Hackett's stead. However, Skye took it personally and saw it as mocking and humiliating her. She had no idea the man in front of her was no longer her husband. She was furious and seeing that Theodore was on her side, she retorted coldly, "Hackett, you don't have to mock me. Yes, I am in a relationship with Theodore, but so what? What have I gained from you in the last two years of marriage? Did you let me live the life of a wealthy lady even for a day? Apart from gambling and drinking, you are nothing but garbage.

but what she could do, for her health and the little guys, she needs to eat these bland foods. But her husband could feel her pain; that’s why he prepared two bowls of soup for themselves, one was for her, and one was for himself. Kate felt warm in her heart; this man never disappointed her. Instead, his action made her feel she was the most precious treasure to him.

He wants to make me pay for turning him down. “I think Nora doesn’t like the soup, Honey. You shouldn’t force her like that. That’s not healthy. Honestly, I think she doesn’t have much appetite.” Commented my husband’s hypocritical and nosy lover of the month. I didn’t even bother looking up, as I know him well; if he says I must finish my soup, then I must. The soup was put on my plate by the help, who then left. Unable to do anything else, I grabbed the spoon and began to eat. The taste of this should be great, but it tastes like cardboard to me. The company of these people always spoils my appetite.

He noticed a glass of water being placed on the table while his wife was simply drinking a can of coke. “Coca-Cola is bad for your health. It’s full of sugar and additives. “He started ranting about the bad side effects of sugar in the body. The little lady could only seat like a good student and listen carefully as her husband lecture her about the side effect of her favorite drinks. Times like this make her feel loved and cared for. TBC