-realwifestories- Moriah Mills - Bubble Bath Bo... Apr 2026
She smirked. Reverse psychology—oldest trick in the wife playbook.
Don’t come in here. Derrick: I’m on a call. Moriah: I said don’t. I’m taking a bath. Derrick: Okay?
She’d spent the last two hours cleaning the apartment, meal-prepping for the week, and listening to her husband, Derrick, type furiously on his laptop in the home office. Another “emergency” on a Saturday. Again.
“You know… when we first got married, you used to drop everything for me. Now your mistress is a spreadsheet.” -RealWifeStories- Moriah Mills - Bubble Bath Bo...
The door cracked open. Derrick stood there, phone still pressed to his ear, eyes wide. Moriah didn’t flinch. She just tilted her head and mouthed: Hang up.
And that’s how the CEO of a Fortune 500 company ended up kneeling on a bath mat, fully clothed, feeding his wife chocolate-covered strawberries while she explained—very slowly—that the only quarterly report that mattered tonight was the one on her mood.
Moriah glanced at her reflection—hair pinned loosely, just a touch of mascara, lips glossed. She slipped off her silk robe and stepped into the scalding water, sinking until the bubbles kissed her collarbone. Then she reached for her phone. She smirked
A spontaneous wife, tired of her husband’s work-obsessed weekend, decides to remind him of the man she married—using nothing but a clawfoot tub, a bottle of champagne, and a very specific dare. The marble bathroom was thick with steam, the air sweet with jasmine and vanilla. Moriah Mills turned the brass handles until the water slowed to a drip, then swirled her hand through the blanket of frothy bubbles. Perfect.
He never missed another Saturday again. Want me to continue the scene or shift the tone (more romantic, comedic, or dramatic)?
She blew a cluster of foam off her palm. Derrick loosened his tie. Derrick: I’m on a call
“You said not to come in,” he whispered.
She let a line of bubbles slide off her shoulder. Then she heard it: the office chair creak. Footsteps.