Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

Erik said, I smiled, “This is not you, you are home for dinner, I see.” ***** Erik I knew she was meeting with a wolf; my spy told me she had met him in a cabin for hours, and my wife was cheating on me. I will never let this slide, why can’t she see that I love her? If I didn't, I wouldn’t have saved her life, she gave me a beautiful daughter and, for some reason, she never got pregnant again. I know I have made mistakes by getting that servant girl pregnant, it was not my intention to cheat but it happened and I regret it because it drove a wedge between us further. We ate in silence, then after dessert, I asked her who the guy was, and she said, "You still have me followed, I see, I’m not

He was half-dressed, his hair messy and eyes beaming with frustration. "Stay out of this!" Darian shouted at him. "Stay out of what?" I asked as I held my words from breaking. "You two disgust me," I began. "Both of you together fooled me, how long has this been going on? Before me? From the beginning? Or along the way? And you Eric you had the guts to call me 'Our wife' You despicable human being," my voice was high so were my tears and my heart all over the place.

But I won't let someone like her shut me up. "Ohh...so you know he's married, yet you carry your pathetic-looking disgusting self and pretend to be his wife. Listen, in case you don’t know, I have seen Eric's wife before, I know her more than you can imagine, and you… you look nothing like her.” I spat “The sooner you carry your whore self away from here the better for you." My eyes were on her, giving her the most intense glare. At first, she looked shocked that I spoke to her that way but it didn't last.

Eric smirked and simply hung up, then inched closer to us that there was a little distance between us. “Will you lie again?” I managed a small smile. “You caught me, I'm pregnant, Mr. Eric Sloan,” I muttered sarcastically, and his fingers stroked my hair as he smiled at me. “Then that calls for a celebration, Mrs Laura Karma,” “But I can't promise that I won't tell lies again,” I cut him off, shrugging my shoulders, and he chuckled, still stroking my hair. “You're really something else, wife.” My heart skipped a beat for the second time. Wife?

"What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?" The whole hallway froze. Jared's crew just gawked. Everyone knew Jared had never touched her. Lucia had been hopelessly loyal, and the jokes were just that—jabs to humiliate, not actual suspicion. No one thought she'd ever cross the line. But now? Jared's face went ice-cold. "What did you just say?" Lucia's smile only sharpened. "Did I lie? If you can't satisfy me, what's wrong with grabbing a little something on the side—ah!"

The words slipped smoothly from my lips, mixed with a soft laugh I didn’t bother to hold back. Willy stood awkwardly near the doorway, still clutching his camera. “Thank you, Miss Emily but I, I just-” He swallowed, clearly uneasy. “Is- is this really all right? After all, Mr. Liam is already married.” My eyes narrowed slightly not in anger, but in amusement. How naïve. “How many times do I have to tell you, Willy? Liam is my lover. He is not anyone’s husband.” “But-” “How strange that you could forget.”

After Dominic Hatch loses his memories, he refuses to believe that I'm his wife. "If you really are my wife, why is it that there aren't any photos of us together?" I explain to him that he doesn't like taking photos. That's why we didn't even have a wedding portrait of us. But soon, Dominic digs out nine thick and heavy photo albums from a hidden compartment in his safe. The main characters in those albums are him and another unfamiliar woman. There are countless photos documenting their journey—from they were still children to when they had completely grown up. The pure and innocence on their faces slowly give way to the sappy love and affection they have for each other. In fact, Domi

Without a word, my mother, Jane, set her wine glass down with a sharp clink. My father, Robert, sneered and dabbed the corners of his mouth with quiet elegance. “Catherine, that’s an interesting way to put in. Since when does putting on a show mean dragging her husband’s dignity through the mud? Haven’t you seen the entertainment headlines recently? “We haven’t exactly come out of this unscathed, have we? “She even skipped this meal and had dinner with a young actor. Who is she trying to embarrass?” Catherine’s face instantly turned deathly pale.

"I'm so sorry, and I know I've messed up, Elton. Can we please get married again?" I shoved her away and irritatedly snapped, "Have you lost your mind? Why would I marry you again when I can't even stand the sight of you?" Mom was faster to react. She grabbed a kettle and dumped the water straight over Jenna's head. The latter shrieked and was immediately drenched from head to toe, while Mom slammed the kettle down in a rage. "You've got a lot of nerve coming here to beg for a second chance. Where was this concern for his feelings when you were sleeping around? Where was your conscience when you were busy cheating on him?