Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

Because of everything that happened, we didn't make it to Mom's for the holiday. She called me to ask why, and the moment she heard I was getting a divorce, she tore into me. "Are you stupid? At your age? You think you're still young and good-looking? Whatever you did wrong, go apologize and fix it." I could barely get the words out without choking up. "Renee cheated on me with some young guy." Mom went quiet for a second, but it didn't last. "How useless do you have to be for your own wife to cheat on you?"

She pouted. "I want you to spoil only me." "You should've said that before we made babies, so I wouldn’t bother about babies first and just spoil you," he teased. "But I'll still spoil you, my wife. You are my one and only woman." He sat up and bent down a little over his sulking wife. "How do you want me to spoil you then?" His hand caressed down to her navel and further down… "I'll let you have your way to appease me." She grinned. He grinned back at her and kissed her curves down to her hips, then to her side.

He looked utterly disheveled, bearing no resemblance to the confident captain he usually was. "I was tempted and lost myself! It was that bitch Raine who seduced me! I made a huge mistake in a moment of confusion! Please forgive me this once, okay? We're husband and wife! You can't do this to me!" "Husband and wife?" I echoed, feeling like I had heard the funniest joke of the century. "When you altered my ticket for another woman and child, humiliated me, and even verbally abused me, did you remember then that we were husband and wife?"

“What are you saying? Are you saying I’m spoiled, Daddy?” Jesus, I’m hard as a fucking rock now. Stripping out of my shirt, I nod down at her. “That’s exactly what I’m saying, you sexy girl.” “Well, if I’m spoiled,” she whimpers, pulling her panties aside, showing me her little wet, pink slit. “It’s only because you made me that way.” My lust for my wife knows no bounds. All that bullshit that happens in sitcoms and Hollywood movies where couples get married and then their sex lives get stale and boring – none of that happened with Sofia and me, and it never will.

As a warning look, she answered quickly and helped her sister who was in a coma to leave. "Wife, have you seen enough?" Why did he smell sour vinegar? "Hey, I'm just happy when I get cured for the first time. You've thought about it a lot." Eric said funny. "Wife, let's go home." "Again, Can you not call me wife, okay?" "You're my wife." “Okay, okay, I'm your wife. Hurry back, how many have you hunted already."

I sat in the bed and his words echoed in my ear, "Don't spoil your life. I can't think anyone other than her as my wife. I married her soulfully. She is my wife. Even if the fate destined to marry you, I would definitely divorce you. I don't want to spoil your life that is why I am informing you before the marriage itself. I can't imagine my life with you, please get away and have a successful life ahead. Don't spoil your life, "

"Is this the part where I'm supposed to take out my handkerchief and offer it to her?" Livian gave a mischievous smile. "More like the part where you are supposed to kick her kneepits and trample on her hands as soon as she slumps to the ground." "You are evil." She wrapped her hand around his waist. "Not that I'm complaining." "You can't complain about it. You are my evil contract wife and I'm the sinister husband who compliments your nature." He winked at her, ignoring Olivia who was giving a one person show. "Truer words have never been said." She glanced back at Olivia and wondered, was she going to continue putting up that ridiculous act?

Margaret said. Her voice shook with it. “You stood beside my son for four years and ate at his table and wore his name and the moment it was difficult you ran into the arms of another man in front of every camera in the city. You humiliated him. You humiliated this family.” Her chest rose and fell. “You are not a wife. You never were. You were a girl with a failing father who needed saving and my son saved you, and this — this — is how you repay it.”

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?

"You horrible, disgusting woman! You're a slutty whore who sleeps around with old men! I hope you rot in hell! I can't wait to crush your bones into powder! I'm going to use your ashes to make a toilet! Just you wait! I'II kill you someday! I'm going to kill you! How dare you give all those documents to that b*tch?! Did you think you could use her to get rid of me?! Haha. You got it wrong! That b*tch is so wretched that she came crawling back to me with those documents! That 7% shareholding of yours has gone to waste! It will become mine soon! Haha. You never imagined that, did you?! Your perfect plan was ruined by such a repulsive wench! Serves you right!" When he finished his rant, he pant