Spoil My Errant Wife Novels & Stories

in the gazebo. When her cellphone rang, she immediately answered it because she knew the call was important. "Hello," she paused. And as she listened to what the person on the other line was saying, she could hear a woman cursing. "Bull shit! You idiots, how did all this happen?? Which one of you is the traitor to the company??!" it screamed louder and louder. Maria was happy with what she was hearing. Mary is like that. You suffered a lot of pain that you truly deserved. I am just starting. You will release more anger and shed more tears when you know you are poorer than a rat. Maria laughed, as she was pleased to hear that Mary was so angry. "You, what are you doing??! it shouted at the s

"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?"

She won’t sink alone on this ship. “Because I loved your son like my own. I loved you and… and even when at times I felt shitty, I still tried to be the best wife. Did you see me cry? Have you ever heard me complain? I kept a smile on my face while trying to maintain this marriage, when I felt like I didn’t know myself. You’re out-of-town trips, the constant calls outside of working hours, and that unfamiliar perfume scent on your clothes? I turned a blind eye because I never wanted to believe you’re cheating on me.” “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry, Hyacinth. Honey, I’ll make it up to you. I promise you things will be right this time. We’ll move to a new place! Please. Please give me another ch

she asked shyly. I shake my head, “No, I doubt they will.” Ellie hesitates at the door, “Make sure you make your wife scream tonight. I don’t want her getting jealous.” I smile, “I have every intention of making my wife serve me.” “Serve you? Should it not be the other way around?”

Sunlight spilled through the window and settled over his soft hair, turning it a warm shade of gold. My son was three years old. And my wife's lover had been in her life for three years. I kept scrolling. The last message was from yesterday. [Babe, can we finally make it official that day?] Something crumbled inside me. Make what official? Was she planning to ask me for a divorce? The lock turned. Adeline pushed the door open and stepped inside, her eyes sweeping across the living room. "I left my black phone at home. Have you seen it?" "Cole found it." I walked over and held out the phone. "Can't believe you'd forget something that important."

Declan spoke in such a loud voice that Fidelia had to shout: "Because I don't want your fiancée to get hurt because of someone like you and me. I see her; your wife is pleased to be with you. And I'm so jealous of that. I have developed greed; I want to rob you for myself. But I can not. Because of my selfishness, I cannot destroy another person's happiness." Declan frowned, his face suddenly darkening. He asked in doubt: "What do you say? My wife? Did you see my wife? When? Where?" Fidelia nodded; she swallowed hard to suppress her emotions and gave a wry smile: "Yes. I came here looking for you in the middle of last week. Since those people smashed my workplace, I wanted to help James a li

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.

Loid replied. “Oh! Thank you, Loid, for the offer. It looks like your husband doesn’t want me anymore. I’ll just go to a hotel near you, so that after the meal I’ll go home and rest.” I said to Loid. “Are you sure? Ignore my husband. That’s just his attitude.” “You’re embarrassing me more than Dina, Loid. Am I really your husband, or are you pretending to be my husband?” Evelyn said, annoyed. “You said that, not me.”

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”