Novel & Cerita Spoil My Errant Wife

“Look, this was her back then. I went to her mother’s funeral. That poor woman walked in on Sloane sleeping with that thug in the house. She had a heart attack and passed away. “Her husband went off to the military. He was sent home due to his wounds, and he thought she had died of an illness. He raised their son on his own while being crippled. And guess what? She was living the good life overseas with that thug. Then, once the son grew up, he came back with her to swindle his father out of the house.” Charlotte’s voice was not loud, but everyone in the hall heard her. The women who were preparing for class exchanged glances.

Toying with a dagger out of nowhere, Lynne said offhandedly, “Ray, she’s a cheater. Sheh did you dirty. Should I carve her for you? Krystal’s knees buckled, and she knelt before me. “Ray, we’ve been married for seven years. Think of what we once meant to each other…” I kicked her down. “Don’t talk to me about feelings. Seven years of marriage, yet you stood by as your father struck me, and your lover humiliated me.” She hung her head low in shame. “Ray, I made a mistake. I wanted a child so badly that I believed his lies. It won’t happen again… “Ray, the family legacy rests on my shoulders. I needed an heir. Surely, you can see where I’m coming from.”

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

A faint blush crept into his cheeks, and he looked thoroughly embarrassed. "I originally planned to give it to you on your birthday in a few days, but now it's ruined. The surprise turned into a shock, and also…" He glanced at the onlookers and dropped his voice to a whisper. "And now everyone thinks I actually went bankrupt and that my wife had to collect bottles to support the family." I fell silent. At the thought of the closet I'd emptied and sold back home, the way I'd sobbed my heart out over the phone, and then at this priceless island contract in my hands, a massive wave of shame washed right over me.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

I could not believe that Snow had jumped to such a conclusion from just one look. Before I could say anything, Yvonne stepped in front of me. “Ms. Judson, if you spread lies like that, I could sue you for defamation.” Snow snorted in disdain. “Sue me for defamation? Do you even know that Jared and I are still married? This is an illicit affair! You’re the ‘other’ woman!” “Snow, shut up!” I said sharply.

“Well, I don’t recall. But that’s going to be a difficult promise to keep because I don’t know how else to express my love.” “Caring for me? Being nice?” “That’s not enough. I am going to spoil you at every given opportunity.” “You are so impossible, Shawn. I’m literally the prodigal wife here, but I am the most pampered in this household right now.” I chuckled, “prodigal what?” My wife shrugged. “I ran away; you all found me. And instead of being mad at me, I think I’m loved even more.” “It’s so beautiful to see, honestly. But I wasn’t expecting anything more tonight!”

“This is between me and my wife.” *Wife?* Zoey snarled internally. *The audacity of this flea-bitten mutt.* Madison let out a bark of laughter. “Your wife? The one you publicly rejected? The one you fed your own child to dogs? That wife? Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot! You prefer your new wife, the murderous, ugly one! How’s that working out for you?” “You—” Eric's nostril flared. I had to press my lips together to stop laughing. Go, Maddie.

She was designed to ruin me; she’s my temptation. Fuck. My eyes trace her body too much. And every time her anger and disrespect hit me, I snap and remind her exactly who the fuck she’s talking to. She thinks that because of her body, I’d choose only her. Fuck that. I will never be a one-woman man—but she will be a one-man woman. She’s my wife, and she doesn’t have the right to fucking flirt. I lost my shit and killed a spy sent by the Irish mob. I was supposed to stay calm and see what the fucker was up to, but I completely lost my fucking mind when I saw my wife on top of him. Fuck.

Andrew demanded harshly. “Shit…” Jason muttered, looking away in irritation. “I’ll explain later.” “No. You’ll explain now,” Andrew insisted loudly. Jason sighed heavily and dropped back onto the couch, running his hand through his hair in frustration. “Come on, tell me the truth. What’s your relationship with her? Is she really your assistant—or just someone you use to satisfy your needs?” Andrew lowered his voice, but the accusation still hung sharply in the air. “Watch your mouth!” Jason exploded, eyes blazing. “Don’t talk about her like that. She’s my wife!”