Wooing My Ex-Wife

She looked up at Cedrick, utterly puzzled.

“Hubby”

Cedrick’s face grew serious. It was clear that jealousy was in the air.

“Don’t you plan on explaining what happened in the nursery with Charles?”

“Huh?” Gwendolyn stared at him in confusion. “What is there to explain?”

Cedrick took a deep breath. A lump was forming in his throat, and his eyes reddened. “You and Charles were alone in a room laughing and joking. Gwendo

He was about to say her full name, but he stopped just in time.

He had learned from past arguments that calling her by her full name never ended well for him, so he chose a different method to approach the matter.

“Gwenny, you’re a married woman. How could you spend time alone with a single man? Did you two….. Did he do anything inappropriate to you? Did he touch your hand?”

Despite his cold and serious tone, Cedrick’s use of an endearment softened his delivery. Rather than conveying menace, his words carried a sense of a fatherly lecture, as if he were earnestly speaking to his daughter.

Gwendolyn remained silent, feeling speechless.

Even after they had children together, why was he still so jealous?

“What do you mean by alone in a room? Did you forget about our kids? Benny and Zendy were in the room, weren’t they?” refuted Gwendolyn.

Cedrick’s frustration grew evident as he replied, “They’re just babies, Gwendolyn. They don’t understand what’s going on. Even if you and Charles engaged in intimate acts right under their innocent gazes, they wouldn’t be able to object or comprehend it.”

Gwendolyn’s gaze turned icy as she locked eyes with him, a surge of anger welling up within her and a chilling sense of disappointment settling in her heart.

“Cedrick, after everything we’ve been through, how can you still doubt my loyalty to you? And to use the term ‘intimate acts’ in such a derogatory way, how could you say such things?”

As her eyes welled up with tears, Gwendolyn turned away from the man, choosing to ignore him.

Cedrick immediately noticed the sadness in Gwendolyn’s eyes. He had prepared a set of questions and words to confront her before her shower.

However, as he witnessed Gwendolyn becoming increasingly downcast, Cedrick found himself at a loss for

words.

“I’m sorry, Gwendolyn. It’s not that I don’t trust you. It’s just… I find it difficult to trust Charles. He was my love rival before, and those feelings of rivalry still linger within me. It’s challenging for me to feel at ease knowing that my wife is alone in a room with him.”

Cedrick Is Jealous Again.

“At the end of the day, you still don’t believe me,” she said, her words laden with disappointment. She then turned sideways, continuing to avoid looking at the man.

reaching out to hold her

tell me what went on between you and Charles while you were both in the nursery, and I promise to

“The fact that you demand an account of every word and action already

“Darling…

the need for a different approach. He let out a silent sigh, reaching for a long ruler on the bedside table and placing it in her hand. Then, he began to discuss with her,

you want to me if you explain everything that happened. I promise I won’t put up

won’t put up a fight no matter

“That’s right.”

arched eyebrow and a mischievous glint in her eyes, Gwendolyn lifted her chin slightly and took on the man’s offer, saying, “You were being unreasonable and jealous without cause, so if I were to playfully spank your butt, you’re telling

response. feeling conflicted in

humiliating punishment? I guess letting my wife spank me a couple

he uttered through gritted

We didn’t even touch each other by the hair, not even once. As for our conversation, it was nothing more than casual chatter.

attentively. “Is that

placing emphasis on her next words.

I believe you.”

bed and knelt down as if he were prepared to accept his

fixed her gaze on Cedrick, a fierce glint in her eyes. “Don’t think that I’ll

man merely hung his head without

feet and tapped the collar of Cedrick’s neat

Is Jealous

“Take everything off.”

suit, followed by

inviting glow of the bedroom, his perfectly sculpted

allure.

across his chest and abs, she directed it downward, tracing a path to his belt buckle. “Keep going,” she commanded.

until there was nothing left

resembled a lamb whose wool had been carefully plucked, now

lingered on his exposed form, appreciating his physique for a fleeting moment before she made her way to the coat rack. She retrieved a belt and returned to where he

“Turn around.”

Cedrick obediently complied.

“Hands.”

effortlessly bound his hands behind his back, fastening them tightly with the belt

prickled with a sense of impending

anxious call. With determination, she firmly pressed his upper body onto the bed, forcing him to kneel on all

way, his butt was presented

Cedrick was shocked.

to happen, he

allow him an opportunity to dwell on his regrets and raised the ruler.

Slap!

crisp sound rang