Wife Is Spoiled Novels & Stories

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.

Nathan Rossi had built an empire on his ability to stay calm under pressure. But as he watched his very pregnant wife waddle across their penthouse like an angry penguin, he realized no business deal had prepared him for this. Rachel stopped in front of the full-length mirror, scowling at her reflection. "Nathan, I swear to God, if one more person tells me I'm glowing, I'm going to stab them with this spoon." She brandished her ice cream spoon like a weapon. Nathan approached slowly, holding out a fresh tub of vanilla bean ice cream like a peace offering. "First of all, you are glowing. Second of all, here's more ammunition so you don't shoot the messenger." Rachel snatched it, grumbli

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

We sat down, and I recounted everything again, every detail, every feeling, and she encouraged me to pour out my heart in tears and I did. Lily also listened intently, her eyes narrowing with each word. “He’s trash. Absolute trash. You’re too good for him.” I nodded, feeling a flicker of agreement. “I’ve been on his case for so long, trying to make this work. But I’m done, Lily. I’m done being the good wife. He doesn’t deserve me.” She smiled, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “That’s the spirit. Tonight, we’re getting wasted, and you’re going to remember what it feels like to have fun. No more Dave. No more drama.”

The chef nodded, and they started preparing breakfast for their favourite little boss. "Ahh! I feel neglected here." Jessica looked at her husband and smiled. "Don't be like that; there will be times when we miss this time of trouble. Trust me, when the kids grow up, we'll miss them crying and whining like this." Morgan held his wife, who was getting prettier and more mature by the day. Even his wife now looks more assertive than before. "Don't ever change. Continue to act maturely in front of everyone but not in front of me. I don't want your spoiltness to go away. I still want my spoilt wife!"

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. “Love you more!” Chisom blew her a kiss before leaving.

"Hmm, sorry." The woman cleared her throat lazily while muttering the word sorry for not being sincere to her husband who was currently playing with Ciara. After all, recently Aciel has been more selfish and spoiled. Little by little the man told her this and that and would turn angry if she could not do it according to her husband's request. Sometimes she wants to scream in that man's face if she is actually no less busy than that man. Even though she is only a housewife, her job is actually more tiring and emotionally draining than a CEO. "Honey, let's go home."

Gosh, they are idiots and whores, if they wanted to split up a happy marriage and the little family that I made with my wife Mandy. God, I am so blessed to have such an amazing wife, just thinking of her, the support she gives me, the love she gives and shows me, the respect she shows me and gives me, and the satisfaction she gives me with the pleasures she gives me and the moans she gives me from my work on her body. She is such a woman and the only woman for me and never another like her. She is mine and will always be mine, and I will always be hers, and no one else will have me. I am so horny. I am going to the shower to get freshened up for my love.

Isla kept the performance going, stomping her feet with faux excitement. "You bet my husband is the most handsome man alive. Nobody else even comes close. What's not handsome about you great body, and honestly? I love your leg hair too. I love you so, so, SO much. I must've saved an entire galaxy in a past life to end up with a man like you." "You too? Oh my god, stop, you're making me blush. How can you say things this cheesy? Fine, call me your darling wife, and I'll call you my darling husband."

Moreover, the person she disliked had saved her mother. But even if they were half-sisters, how could Wilma Bonet be as adorable as his wife? And he despised women who were full of schemes, while his wife's simplicity made her more likable. "Sleep well, little one. I'll always be by your side." He whispered, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. If Taylor Forger didn't handle this situation well this time, the family would undoubtedly face another storm. In truth, the Forger family's affairs had nothing to do with him. But once it could affect his wife, he wouldn't just stand by and watch.