Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

Ethan shot Juliet a look full of disgust, slung an arm around my shoulders, and pulled me away without a backward glance. I glanced over my shoulder and saw her standing there, utterly lost. The moment our eyes met, her lips parted as if she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. "What are you looking at?" I lowered my gaze and asked softly, "So, she really was my wife?" Ethan corrected me, "Ex-wife. And you don't need to remember her. Forgetting her is the best thing that's ever happened to you. She's not worth a single second of your thoughts."

“Well, I don’t recall. But that’s going to be a difficult promise to keep because I don’t know how else to express my love.” “Caring for me? Being nice?” “That’s not enough. I am going to spoil you at every given opportunity.” “You are so impossible, Shawn. I’m literally the prodigal wife here, but I am the most pampered in this household right now.” I chuckled, “prodigal what?” My wife shrugged. “I ran away; you all found me. And instead of being mad at me, I think I’m loved even more.” “It’s so beautiful to see, honestly. But I wasn’t expecting anything more tonight!”

“This is between me and my wife.” *Wife?* Zoey snarled internally. *The audacity of this flea-bitten mutt.* Madison let out a bark of laughter. “Your wife? The one you publicly rejected? The one you fed your own child to dogs? That wife? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot! You prefer your new wife, the murderous, ugly one! How’s that working out for you?” “You—” Eric's nostril flared. I had to press my lips together to stop laughing. Go, Maddie.

“It is almost as if you have done this before.” Erin giggled when she thought of all the naughty things she had done in her future life that would make her present husband blush with embarrassment. “Would it make you more comfortable if I pretended to be shy?” “No, never. I prefer you this way; confident, bold, and imaginative. No other female has ever made me this… eager.” “And no other female should. You are mine now and I will not share you with anyone else.” He grinned and kissed her deeply. “Who would have thought that my fire-breathing wife is a jealous she-wolf too?”

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!”

She was designed to ruin me; she’s my temptation. Fuck. My eyes trace her body too much. And every time her anger and disrespect hit me, I snap and remind her exactly who the fuck she’s talking to. She thinks that because of her body, I’d choose only her. Fuck that. I will never be a one-woman man—but she will be a one-man woman. She’s my wife, and she doesn’t have the right to fucking flirt. I lost my shit and killed a spy sent by the Irish mob. I was supposed to stay calm and see what the fucker was up to, but I completely lost my fucking mind when I saw my wife on top of him. Fuck.

Andrew demanded harshly. “Shit…” Jason muttered, looking away in irritation. “I’ll explain later.” “No. You’ll explain now,” Andrew insisted loudly. Jason sighed heavily and dropped back onto the couch, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Come on, tell me the truth. What’s your relationship with her? Is she really your assistant—or just someone you use to satisfy your needs?” Andrew lowered his voice, but the accusation still hung sharply in the air. “Watch your mouth!” Jason exploded, eyes blazing. “Don’t talk about her like that. She’s my wife!”

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!!!"