Novel & Cerita Spoil My Errant Wife

“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.”

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.

"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!"

"Just don't regret it tomorrow." "Why would I regret it?" "Because your wife can be rather expensive." Liam considered it for a second. "I think that I can afford it." I shook my head laughing. "You." The saleswoman working at the boutique nearby also smiled. "Your husband is very attentive, ma'am." I immediately became a little embarrassed. Liam answered rather casually. "He should be." I looked at him. "You do it intentionally in order to embarrass me, right?" "Why should you be embarrassed?"

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

“I’m the acting CEO of Prestige Global and the daughter of Joseph Carter who passed away a couple of months ago.” I paused as a tear slid down my cheek. I was thinking about my father’s death but it was great. The more emotional, the better. “I’m making this video about my husband Eric Stanley. For the last five years, the sham we’ve called a marriage has been nothing but lies and betrayal and now….” I sobbed, my voice cracking. “It’s starting to destroy me. Two days ago, I came home to find Eric in bed with another woman. His mistress, whom he calls his secretary.” My voice cracked again. I held my throat, the tears flowing freely now.

Eric fell to the ground with a confused look on his face. When he got a closer look at the photos, blood rapidly drained out of his face. He tried his best to pick up all of the photos on the ground. Unfortunately, everyone had seen them. It was far too late. “I can’t believe this. Why are these photos here?” He realized something and pointed at Rose, reprimanding her. “Did you do this? Didn’t I tell you I wouldn’t divorce my wife? How could you do this?! Listen. I won’t divorce my wife no matter what happens. How could you take these photos and try to separate my wife and me? You’re wicked!”

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?