Spoil My Errant Wife Novelas e Histórias

Looked like the moron was happy with being useless. "I was just…" Liam stuttered. Erin sighed disappointed. Glaring at her idiot husband, she said. "Save your excuses, come with me." She instructed coldly, walking away from him. Liam was stunned. "Where?" Asked Liam with a puzzled look as he followed behind her. She had never told him to go anywhere with her, she was always ashamed of him. Even when the family received guests, she would never tell them he was her husband, she would tell them Liam was a servant, or a butler.

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her.

Lily blurted out as she trembed on his dick. Shook to his core by this revelation, Len went feral. He grabbed her hair, yanked her head back painfully, and fucked her with punishing, jackhammer strokes. His hips crashed against her ass so hard it felt like the room was spinning. He reached around and rubbed her clit in rough, rapid circles. “You lying, cock addicted whore. Beg for it. Tell daddy what a pathetic disappointment you are. Nothing like your faithful mom," Len denied it, unwilling to believe his wife would betray him.

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.”

Her hair was messy, lips swollen, and she didn’t even bother to hide the marks on her neck. She smiled at me. Not apologetic. Not guilty. Smug. “Hey, Lyara,” Lila said sweetly. “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?”

inside. Her mommy ran in there until she only heard him screaming for a few seconds. "Help, help us!! My husband needs help." Maria just remained standing and seemed to be stunned; she could also feel her knees shaking with so much anxiety. When Paulina saw her, she approached her to help. "Are you all right, ma'am, Maria? How are you? Did you calm down your dad?" it asked. "No." She didn't say what she wanted to say when the medics arrived and entered the CEO's office. Paulina was also surprised to see the body of her boss lying on the bed stretcher being taken out. "Give way! My husband needs to rush to the hospital," said her mommy, who was screaming for the people to step aside. When sh

"Babe, I'm sorry. I was wrong to suspect you. I must have been hearing things earlier." Her piercing gaze was unwavering as she stared at me. Suddenly, she burst into tears. "Jason, have I ever done anything to betray you since we got married? How could you even think I would cheat on you? You’re unbelievable!" Seeing her in such distress, I had no choice but to suppress the last remnants of doubt swirling in my mind and tried to comfort her. But Donna was genuinely furious this time. She threw a blanket at me and slammed the door shut. Sighing, I hugged the blanket tightly, realizing that I'd messed up by misjudging her.

The reason for the divorce was that I was disloyal and made a terrible mistake that ruined the reputation of our family. My wife, Jean Shaw, the person that I had loved and doted on for 10 years, abandoned me when I needed her the most. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and decided to call her. My hand was trembling so much that I could barely hold my phone. On the other end of the line, Jean's voice sounded a little proud and relieved. "Sign the agreement, Felix. Your career is over. Stop struggling. Save yourself the embarrassment." "You're the one who wrote... the whistleblower report?"