Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

He exhales sharply, running a hand through his dark hair. "You're not a puppy but my wife, of course I’ll have to come looking for you, especially after what I said on the dance floor... I'm sorry. I didn't mean—" "Save it," I cut him off. "Correction, I’m your pretend, replacement wife. The actual one's at home, probably wondering how the gala is going or if I’ve killed you already. If you really felt sorry, you'd have considered my feelings before spitting out those trashy shit that came out of your mouth earlier."

All sorts of contemptuous words poured out. "Wow, he looks all proper, but it turns out he's a sneaky piece of work." "So, not only was she trying to steal someone's husband, but she also tried to frame his wife?" "Oh my, check the PDF! My only wife… Aidie… This is disgusting!" "Which page is it? I only saw something about a 'shameful night'. I have to read this in peace later!" Aiden's former subordinates exchanged uncomfortable looks, their expressions turning dark.

I might end up heartbroken; led to false hope. "Eve, don't play with me—" "I'm not playing with you!" What is it with my wife right now that she's very upbringing and cunning at the same time? "Go on, take it." And so, here I am. Taking the bait that my wife wants me to fall into. My hands are trembling as I pick up the PT that my wife is probably just using against me. And when my eyes laid on it... I completely lost it. "Fuck yeah!!!"

I remembered standing over her in the living room while she knelt on the hardwood floor, weeping, clutching her stomach, begging me to look into her eyes. And what had I said? “You disgust me, Janet. You’re nothing but a cheap, pathetic whore.” The words rang in my ears so vividly it made me choke on my own breath. I had stripped her of every ounce of human dignity. I had stood in front of her, drunk on arrogance and wounded pride, and spat the most vile venom I could summon: “Marrying you was the single biggest mistake of my life.” Then I had called estate security. Two armed guards had dragged my sobbing, trembling wife through the front gates, throwing her out into the torrential rain wit

His Beta wife, angrily shouted while she kept on beating him to a pulp. “N-No... s-stop. Wife, I'm sorry! I won't do it again!” The dean kept on begging for mercy but his Beta wife isn't someone who could be easy to fool. The Beta wife, Jane, kicked her husband on his stomach. “What do you mean by again? You say you are sorry but you weren't sincere in your heart. You just said sorry because I found out about what you've done! You said sorry because you didn't properly hide your relationship with your mistresses!”

Surely Zari will divorce me, leaving memories that will torture me forever. Late into the night, still tossing and turning in bed—uncomfortable staring at the ceiling, thinking and missing my wife. I just knew I had my wife wrapped around my finger, and no matter what I did, she wouldn't leave me. Boy, jealousy is rottenness to the bone! Oh, how I wish I could take back what I had done. The party was sincerely meant to welcome my wife back from the hospital. But unfortunately, I made a mistake when I met Mike and the guys at the club just a few days before the party, and that conversation got into my head. A memory flashed in my mind from a few nights ago. {The mistake I made the night befor

Anyone outside this chamber would know what was going on. I did not care. Sully seemed to not care as well. “You are dripping wet for me, my darling wife. Can you feel it?” I rubber her folds and with my thumb, pressed on her clit. “If I just smack your ass and pussy, you get all wet, like a whore.” “I am not a whore!” I chuckled. I knew it would rile her up. “You are my whore,” I whispered. “Only my whore.” “That’s… uh… not a compliment.”

The assistant, Adam, shot me a sideways glance and kicked me a few more times. “Take him away! It won’t be good for any of us if Miss Pascal finds out about this!” I struggled and yelled, “I’m her husband! Ask her if you don’t believe me! Ask her whose name is on her marriage certificate! That heart belongs to her mother-in-law! Ask her how she dares to try and steal it!” Everything went quiet for a moment, but then Adam clutched his stomach and let out a guffaw. “Everyone at Pascal Group knows Miss Pascal loves Mr. Sinclair the most. She gave him half her shares without blinking an eye.”

Erin Greer values a good joke more than boundaries. She always says that we have to keep things fun if we want our relationship to last. So she and her childhood friend, Mark Levine, have a standing arrangement. They will orchestrate a surprise every year on our wedding anniversary—with all their friends playing along—just to see if I'll fall for it. Three years ago, she told Mark in front of me that she regretted marrying me. When I turned to leave, she laughed and pulled me back, saying I was too easily teased. Two years ago, she had Mark put divorce papers beside my pillow. After I signed them with a trembling hand, she laughed and said it was just a prank. Last year, she and Mark hel

“Don’t you dare put your filthy, adulterous hand on me!” Tears rolled down from her eyes and probably the millionth time that night after hearing of her husband’s illicit affair from a family friend. “I made a mistake.” The man knelt in front of her, scooping up her trembling hands and kissing it softly. “Please forgive me, darling. The woman is a witch! She cast a spell on me! She charmed me!”