Wife Is Spoiled Novels & Stories

“I don’t want to see you with my husband again. I don’t care about how you gonna raise your child. I’ve disowned you.” I grabbed my bag and turned to leave. Then she spoke. “You think he loves you?” she sneered. “He doesn’t. He loves me. You were nothing but his trophy wife.”

“I still can't believe you're married. What is it like being a wife?” “I'm not even sure I'm doing such a great job. I've forgotten what it's like to be hardworking as Ryan handles everything. Big sister is getting spoiled, Amanda.” I almost let a tear roll down my cheeks but I had to hold it back. We were truly getting all we've ever wanted finally. “He loves you, and that's all that matters. A man that loves you will always spoil you no matter what. And I'm certain you're not just lucky. You're getting what you deserve.”

Unlike most women, she had such a big appetite, and didn't pretend. She could finish a house, and still want more food. Seeing her eat pleased him so much, and made a very picky man like him hungry too. Exactly why he caged his horses, and hurriedly gave in to her spoiltly. It was just Icecream. A certain husband loved his fat baby. He was so very willing to spoil her with everything she wanted. In the end, he spoiltly gave in to her. Tall, slender and gorgeously attractive, the big devil messily walked down the cold street with his woman on his shoulders. Dressed in a pair of expensive leather pants, matching dark denim jacket, and a pair of boots, he gathered attention helplessly with his

"In our family, she makes all the decisions." The person in charge laughed. "Everyone in Sea City said Mr. Wood doted on his wife. I saw it today, and it is true. It's a well-deserved reputation!" Gale coughed twice, feeling a little embarrassed. When the work was done, Joe returned to his carefree look. He immediately echoed, "That's right. The more outstanding a man is, the more he spoils his wife. Look, Mr. Wood is the best example!" "Yes. Mr. Winter, you are still single. Hurry up."

“Just spit it out already. If by whatever you just said means total submission, than say that. You expect your spouse—wife or husband—to be one of your many marionettes, right? So you can pull at their strings whenever and expect them to follow. Your partner is not allowed to disagree or have an opinion, nor can they complain about your secret mistresses or point out your super inflated ego. They must also lose half of their brain cells if they want to mingle and relate with the people you socialize with. In other words, a spineless trophy wife. Er, or husband. Sticking close to your arm like a prized possession or some shit. Am I wrong?” “Yes,” Williams eventually says. “You forgot a very c

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 was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

It infuriates me whenever he calls me by that endearment. But I. Am. No. Longer. His. Wife. I wanted to shout it at him right then and there. His face was only inches away from mine, but my nervousness vanished as he drew closer. It was replaced by irritation. Every time he called me wife, it made my blood boil. If it were in the past and he had called me by that endearment, I might have happily succumbed to his charms, eagerly waiting for the next sweet moment. I might have fallen for his manipulative gestures.

He looks expensive. "Yeah, I see him." I say "Well, that's my husband. We had a fight at home, and now he's trying to make me jealous." "Is this a thing now? Like a trend for couples?" I ask, unable to wrap my head around it. "Oh, no, not at all. We just happened to be with weird partners." She says easily and laughs. "My name is Carol." She says, observing me. "What's your name?" "Uhh... My name is Barry" I respond, trying not to tear my attention from Violet.

Looks like I've spoiled you all these years of marriage! I chuckled. "Spoiled me? In all these years of marriage, when have you ever spoiled me?" "Natalie, can you honestly say I haven't done enough? Everything we eat and drink, I bought with my own salary. Have I ever let you work a day in all these years? And now you're acting all high and mighty? "You married me. Do you think that any other man would have put up with your spoiled attitude?" Daryl furiously tore the divorce papers into shreds.