Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

“For now, I think I am just…” “No, this is the best time to call an impromptu board meeting, you have to let them see this, the few board members that aren’t on your side, when they see this, they are going to want to actually be on your side, no one would want this scandal out there, they have to protect…” “I am not going to humiliate my wife…” “She fucking cheated!” Eric screamed. Cheated, the word sounded too heavy, too solid for what she had done. “She didn’t… there has to be a perfect explanation,” I said in a low tone.

Since he was so excellent at it, I didn't mind helping him out by clarifying the extent of his shamelessness. As I pinned Liam down, I said, "On my birthday, he and my wife played a game that involved him shoving a tennis ball up her crotch. She ended up in the hospital because of it, and I was the one who performed the operation. "Later on, his wife found out that he had been blaming her for their infertility issues, so she divorced him. It seems even fate thinks he's a total scumbag, since he suffers from extremely poor sperm quality. There's close to zero chance of him ever having his own child.

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

She stood firmly and looked at Nathan, but realized that he was actually looking at Eva. And Eva stood in front of Nathan with teary eyes, looking like she had been greatly wronged. "Nat, she rushed here and hit me!" She leaned towards Nathan, her head was on his shoulder, and the bathrobe on their bodies was stuck on their bodies, which was particularly dazzling. The anger that Mian had just suppressed soared up again in an instant: "Why are you behaving as if you are wronged!" This is my husband, get out of here! Get lost! She was out of control and yelling hysterically.

Maria cried out loud her shoulder is shaking and she's tightly gripping my shirt. "Wish you we're my wife too..." We have the right love but at the wrong time.

“But, how is it that you were married to her all these years and didn’t even know what she liked to eat? That’s pretty pathetic for a husband…” “Ex-husband,” Adam corrected with a smirk. “What about you?” I snapped, glaring at Arlington. “Your pathetic pining for my wife from a distance, for years, has clearly gotten you nowhere. Talk about pathetic…” Arlington froze for a moment before smiling politely. “Not so distant, I admit.” “You are not the father of my child,” I replied, stepping aside for a nurse who had come down the corridor. “And neither are you, Adam.” “You’re sure of that?” Adam asked, crossing his arms. “How many times have you slept with Alice over the years? A dozen? Less?”

“Vedran, what is wrong with you? “I worked my butt off to build a home for you. I trusted you with the finances! Your money is my money, isn’t it? “I provided you with a life free from want. What more could you possibly be dissatisfied with? “What’s wrong with spending a little now and then to buy Reed a new outfit? What gives you the right to yell at me like this? Don’t forget that I supported you for five whole years! “Don’t think a few scrapes and bruises would make you some big shot now. Let me tell you, without me, you’re nothing!” “Is that so?” I watched her face flush crimson with guilt, and the last shred of lingering affection vanished from my heart. I wrenched my hand free from her

Harthwore found himself becoming even more interested in uncovering what this was really about. Then he remembered the plan. He had to apologize and convince her that his wife was the one at fault. “It may be difficult to convince my wife to reconcile with you,” he said. “But rest assured, she'll come around.” “I said a lot of hurtful things to her,” Ruth admitted. “I was angry because she didn't trust me.” “It's alright.” Harthwore gave her a reassuring nod. “You should go back inside. She'll come around eventually.”

Humiliation and fury churned inside me as I said, "Sinead, I don't care what excuses you have. The two of you have dirtied my home. Get out. Both of you." Dirty. Sinead finally realized she had crossed a line. She released her grip, and her tone softened. "I'm sorry. I was just afraid you would..." She trailed off and shook her head. "Forget it. We both need some time to calm down." She was afraid I would hurt Zachary. Or maybe she was afraid I would cause a scene and expose the truth. It was all the same. The only way I could stay calm was by falling back on my usual restraint. This house belonged to me before we got married, and their presence disgusted me. "Get out."

" After hanging up the phone, I poured myself a glass of wine. The windows reflected my silhouette—the flawlessly tailored suit, the cold metallic glint on my wrist—but my eyes betrayed a wave of exhaustion I couldn't quite hide. Three years. This show had dragged on for three whole years. … The next day, Henderson Group's stock hit the daily limit down the moment the market opened. Pearce Group's stocks also dropped another three points as a direct fallout from the collapse of our marriage alliance. During a board meeting conference call, Tristan was the first to speak in a concerned voice. "Kieran, regarding what happened last night… Don't you think you handled things a little too rashly?