Wife Is Spoiled Novels & Stories

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

I sat in the bed and his words echoed in my ear, "Don't spoil your life. I can't think anyone other than her as my wife. I married her soulfully. She is my wife. Even if the fate destined to marry you, I would definitely divorce you. I don't want to spoil your life that is why I am informing you before the marriage itself. I can't imagine my life with you, please get away and have a successful life ahead. Don't spoil your life, "

He said, and I looked at him curiously. His eyes were shining so bright, and I had no words coming out of my mouth, no matter how much I tried. “Today is for you, my woman. I want to spoil you for being the best wife and queen!” He said it, and I was shocked. “Spoil me?” I questioned with a long emphasis on my words.

but I will say don’t hit her too hard you wouldn’t want to damage her soft skin and her beautiful face… Man the things I would do to have her as my wife, you truly are a lucky man.” Beau glared at Trad with an ice cold stare as he (Beau) cracked his phone screen in his grip. Beau clenched his jaw, dropped his phone on the ground, and said, “You touched my wife?” Trad laughed and said, “What are you going to be the big tough Beau now? Beau you are nothing more than a coward afraid of change and afraid to lose the business.” Beau said, “You touched my wife,” and Trad smiled while saying, “Oh please, she's property that your daddy bought for you because you can’t get a woman, pretty boy. She’s

Matteo froze. I settled onto his lap and wrapped my arms around his neck. Gently, I traced circles beneath his tired eyes. "Even I don't dare spend this much of your money, and I'm your wife. So how could you waste it on them? "You're my one and only darling, Matteo. You're the only person I want to spoil. And that means I'm the only person who deserves to spend your money!" Matteo's arms trembled as they slid around my waist and pulled me tightly against him.

I drop the fake whimpering instantly, my voice turning flat, venomous, and dangerously sharp. "You called me—your husband—to deliver a threat because of a glorified grease monkey? Is he really that good in bed, Violetta? Is that what this is? Has a few weeks in a cheap loft completely degraded your standards to the point where you're begging for a man who smells like exhaust fluid?" A sharp, audible breath hitches on her end of the line. I can practically feel the wave of disgust rolling through the phone, but before I can double down on the insult, her voice cuts back in, lower and deadlier than I have ever heard it in my entire life.

And if there is another life, she vowed not to meet that man again, and if they did, she would make him pay for everything he did in this life. When Vanity learned of Isabelle's death, she simply dismissed it as another piece of passing news because it didn't concern her at all. Instead of moaning about trivial matters, she went on a date with her husband and fed a large number of people dog food. Who hasn't heard of this famous housewife? A wife who was not only young and beautiful, but so spoiled and pampered that all the ladies envied her and some even despised her that they couldn't help but hire a water army to splash dirty mud on her name, despite the fact that there were others who ge

Edna kind of recites. She adds hand gestures here and there to make her long monologue believable and good. The lady nods as if she is listening to the greatest wisdom of all time. "That's so great. So you are like the trophy Wife?" She laughs, but Edna doesn't laugh with her. "Excuse me?" Edna squints, slightly irritated. " What I mean is that you are young and beautiful, plus you are intelligent, which surely makes you the family's trophy. " The interview tries to explain, but Edna is getting even more offended by her remark.

I noticed that the comment section beneath the video completely blew up. "Oh, my goodness! You couldn't even make this stuff up if you tried!" "That woman's behavior is utterly despicable! She has a husband at home, yet she used their joint account to pay for a wedding with her side piece!" "That guy's got guts! Good for him!" "That side piece definitely knew she was married, right? How does he still have the nerve to buy gifts for the husband? That's so messed up!" "I hope that horrible woman gets exactly what's coming to her!"

She just wished that she could have known that this marriage could turn out this way, maybe she could have needed it a long time ago and protected her pregnancy. In the past, she had seen many instances that indicated that he was cheating but she never asked about it with hopes that he would change. She didn’t want to destroy her marriage by asking her husband about his affairs. All these years, Nathan didn’t love her and she had just wasted all her years sticking to him. Mian was like a tiny ant in front of Nathan, he could stumble on her without batting an eye or feeling guilty. Even if she took out her sincerity, the other party was disdainful.