Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

" My wife, Gemma Hawkins, fumed, pointing at my nose in my spacious office. Half an hour ago, Gemma and I had gone to the company's most important tender meeting of the year with an intern and my assistant. When it was my turn to present, I had, as usual, confidently taken the microphone. But when the client had asked a question, I, who should have answered it smoothly and professionally, had instead stumbled over my words before breaking into a folk song. The scene had stunned everyone in the room. Gemma's expression had hardened on the spot, and she had demanded to know what on earth I was doing. I had wanted to explain, but the second I opened my mouth, another folk song had escaped my li

"Iris, your deadbeat husband didn't suspect anything, did he? I poured half a bottle of extra-strong itching powder into the air vents. It didn't drive him insane, did it?" Iris dotingly booped his nose. Her tone dripped with contempt for me when she sneered, "He's an idiot; he hasn't got a clue. He really thought I'd gotten my hands on something almost brand new and was crouching there, cleaning it bit by bit, putting up with the pain in his back." "Serves him right!" Tristan snorted. "It's his fault for hogging the position of your legal husband and refusing to step aside! I want him to use my hand-me-down trash and suffer from it. Let's see how long he can hold out!"

Squabble all you want, but I won’t care, I told myself. “Go back! We don’t care about you! You’re no mother!” Arnie yelled from the door. “We’re not done! You filthy squatter! Remember this, Sophia! You’re his wife! I’m still the woman he loves! Only me!” Sabrina screamed from outside. “So what, mistress?? Even if you come back forever, I don’t care!!! You deserve to be a mistress! Haay, crazy!” I looked at Arnie. He came closer. “Don’t mind that fool. The important thing… the baby is with you, not her.” I smiled at his words.

"The best cure for a cheating husband and a stupid wife is sex. Do you even know what sex is? Or are you still a virgin?" "I know I’m stupid, but not that stupid," I muttered. "Good! Then I won’t have to demonstrate how to ride him," she said, hauling me up. "Get your ass ready and make him moan, scream your name, and forget his own damn mistress in plural form. Got it?" "Can you at least say it decently?" I protested as she pushed me toward the stairs. "Forget decency, Loraine. Be wild!" Wild? I don’t do wild.

“If you’re upset with me, save it for tomorrow.” Silly man. I shook my head, laughing quietly. “Very well then,” I replied sweetly. “We will settle this tomorrow.” The instant the words left my mouth, his eyes widened slightly. “You’re not seriously planning something crazy, are you?” he asked suspiciously. I slowly trailed my fingers across the exposed part of his chest, pretending innocence. “My dear husband,” I whispered softly, “why are you rushing? Why don’t you wait until tomorrow… and find out for yourself?”

I said sorrowfully. "If I was your wife, your maid could have given me a small amount of respect. But, look! She continues to test my patience! She served me spoiled food earlier, Jericho! It's the reason why I am so hungry! You allow others to degrade your wife! What kind of husband is that?! Maybe, that's what killed me," I told him out loud as my tears start to fall. "Erina, don't be like this," He says soullessly.

she pleaded, her voice cracking. “You want me to believe that when we have clear proof of your infidelity?” he scoffed, his words like daggers. “She just takes after me. There was no infidelity,” Loraine whispered again, reaching out to grasp his hands, but he recoiled as if burned. “You know what? I always knew you were just a useless piece of shit. Do me a favor and make sure I never see your face again. As for my family, Martha has borne me a healthy son with blue eyes.” His words were devoid of any shame, any hint of remorse, as he brazenly accused his wife of infidelity while simultaneously confessing his own.

Eric was clearly using this knowledge to provoke me, but I wasn't easily manipulated, especially not with the joker card I had in hand. "I think you should go and be with your wife now," I said coldly. "Of course I am. Marrying you was the worst mistake I could have made. Now, I’m so happy with my new wife, the woman of my dreams, and the mother of my children. I was with you for three years and couldn’t give me a child. But with her, in just three months, I’m already going to be a father." "I think congratulations are in order," I said smoothly.

“You’re trying to ruin me! You’re jealous of Tessa’s pregnancy. You vicious woman!” “Fake recording?” I put my phone away. I was no longer interested in wasting my words on him. “You know very well whether it’s real or not, and the law will confirm it. Julian, whatever we had as husband and wife ended three years ago in that hospital. I’m not here to listen to your excuses nor to compete with Miss Zander for a worthless man.”

“Surprise.” My vision went white at the edges. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. The kitchen suddenly felt too small, too hot. “You’ve been sleeping with my husband?” The words tasted like acid. Lila shrugged. “It just happened. We have chemistry. You and Adrian… you don’t.” She glanced at Adrian. “Right, baby?” Adrian didn’t deny it. That was worse than if he’d yelled. Harold cleared his throat. “Lyara, be reasonable. Lila’s from a good family. She can give Adrian the heir he deserves. You… you can’t even get pregnant.”