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Bitch Wife
She always got what she wanted, and he always gave it to her until now!
I stared at the real estate agent as my wife gave her the usual look, another viewing and another house my wife would turn down.
“I just don’t like it,” Tessa said. “Maybe the next one,” she said as she walked towards the door.
Tessa was a stuck-up bitch; if her father weren’t my boss, I would have left her years ago. She was spoiled to the core, and I was as much to blame as her father.
When I met Tessa, she had a silver spoon shoved as far down her mouth as it would fit. I did everything possible to impress her because she was the best-looking woman I had seen.
Granted, now that I look back at it, I was absolutely wrong, but her father took a liking to me, which was the end of that. We were married.
“What is it going to take?” Chelsea asked.
Chelsea had shown us some miraculous houses well within our colossal budget. After our three kids had left home and off to college or the military, we found our huge two-story seven-bedroom house too big.
“I don’t know. What else do you got?” I asked as I leaned over the large kitchen island to examine the tablet.
