Peanut Butter Gamer Wife Novels & Stories

At the mention of premeditated murder, a faint flicker of calculation passed through her gaze. She gently pushed him away. Though her tone was soft and affectionate, her eyes were completely devoid of warmth. "Wasn't it out of love for me that you drove that car and killed my husband? You think I'll marry you just because Noah is gone? Keep dreaming. I'm telling you now, Noah is the only husband I will ever have in this life." Her cruel words made Levi tremble. He instinctively let go of her sleeve and staggered backward, finally collapsing helplessly onto the floor.

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.

Lately, I’m finding that adding a couple of pickles transforms the taste and takes me to heaven and back. Shelby says that pickles and peanut butter are a weird combination, but what does she know? She even refused to try it saying it would make her puke. I love my pickles and peanut butter and could eat just that the whole day if I didn’t have to stick to a healthy balanced diet that the chefs put together for the pregnancy. “Come in,” I say when the knock comes again. Vienna walks in with a tray of food. I immediately spot a jar of peanut butter and a plate with a few pickles, and I smile. I love how she knows me so well by now. Shelby is also with her, followed by a woman I’ve never seen

I clutched my phone, my stomach churning as a wave of nausea hit the back of my throat. My wife Eliza Wood's lazy voice droned on from the speaker, "Not enough? Want me to throw in another million dollars? "Speak up. Did you go mute? One million dollars isn't enough for you to squander? I'm giving you this money to keep up appearances for the Wood family. Stop embarrassing me out there. And drop the whole divorce act. I'm sick of hearing it."

“You’re my husband. Can’t you have more grace? I’m the boss. You’re making me look bad in front of my own employees. “If you refuse to toast Stef in front of so many people, how is he supposed to hold his head up in the company from now on? “Go apologize to him, and we’ll let this matter drop.” Her self-righteous demeanor made me laugh in sheer exasperation. “Do you really think I’m supposed to apologize to him? “I won’t deny the fact that I’m petty. “After all, who could tolerate having their wife’s male assistant call her late into the night every day? “Who could tolerate their wife sharing a room with her male assistant during business trips?” My retort stumped Nova. Her face flushed brig

Never in a million years did I expect her to cheat on me and have children with another man through surrogacy A trace of panic flickered across Krystal’s face. She averted her gaze and held her tongue. Dale Abbot, on the other hand, approached me with two glasses of red wine in hand. He said, “Don’t get upset, sir. Since you can’t give Ms. Markham kids, she borrowed my sperm to produce heirs. No one is taking your place as her husband.” While downing the glass of wine, Dale handed me the other drink and uttered, “I’m counting on you to take good care of my children.”

The woman who had started the shouting, the obvious ringleader, stepped closer instead of backing off. She yelled hard enough that flecks of spit nearly hit my face. "Cut the crap. We all know Belgard Estate belongs to our Jaxie, you scum. If you're going to run a scam, at least pick a place owned by someone as irrelevant as you are. "Miss LePenn already given this estate to Jaxie. She said so on a livestream." I frowned.

Not now, buddy, we have a lot of things planned out for her today. She finishes the pancakes and takes a bite out of the muffins, chewing carefully. A sliver of nerves passes through me, and I internally facepalm myself. I'm Julian Blackwood, Forbes' number one self-made billionaire, and I'm here getting nervous over my wife's reaction to my muffins. "Well… do you like it?" She looks back at me, her blank face fading away as her brilliant smile replaces it. "This is so good!," she giggles, jumping into my embrace.

“Have a lovely night, Lucy.” Her yawn came again and she replied. “You too Shane. Stay safe.” I hung up and lingered in the kitchen for a second before walking back into the living room. My mother was holding the snacks and placed the butter popcorn on the table, in front of the couch. I loved the smell of caramel flavoured popcorn douched in chocolate and that was what I got. Her eyes lifted toward me, curiously and she asked gently. “Who was that?” I froze for a moment, almost tempted to give her a short, dismissive answer. But the truth slipped out instead. “My wife, Lucy.”