روايات وقصص ضمن Characters Of The Good Wife

She might be soft in certain matters but stood firm when someone picked on her husband. “Mr. Thompson, my husband gifted me this shop. We don’t need your money! He’s hardworking and takes care of the family now, giving me what he earns. From what I see, he’s the best husband in the world! “So please watch your words next time. Stop judging others with your old standard!” Nicholas blinked and carefully examined the girl in front of him. He hummed a while later, saying, “Pretty, it’s not that my standard’s old. It’s that your husband’s really awful!

Charles always heard his father saying, “Put the woman back in the kitchen where she belongs, then everything will be all right. But you put her out there in the public work, she is gone. The modern women snicker up their nose and say “There is nothing to that.” Charles had observed that Vivian might not be too harsh like most of these modern classes of women. She would not be a miserable and obnoxious creature or disrespectful. She would be a meek and an obedient wife, not a domineering female, not a violator of the supreme laws that guide the marital laws. She would be well respected in the neighbourhood, honored in society. She would be a kind of a wife that bridles her tongue; not an ins

I spat and I could feel a weight press down on me instantly. Nate opened his mouth to speak but then a knock sounded on the door and Gran walked in looking fresh and calm. I had succeeded in wiping my tears and stood with Nate while plastering a fake smile on my face. “He looks brand new,”Gran said and gave a small laugh. “I am deeply sorry, my dear. Sometime there are things better said with fighting, I’m sure both of you will understand after all that’s how marriage works and I hope You can learn what good women looks like Nate? You treated her badly and yet she came here almost midnight not minding her own safety just to take good care of you, to save you from harm. That is what good spou

“That Yates woman can still be your lover—she’s young and pretty enough and has a hot body. But as a wife, she’s not good enough. Look at her! Every day, she goes out the moment it’s bright outside and comes back only when it’s dark. She doesn’t do house chores either. Such a lazy woman won’t help you amass riches. “And who knows what she goes out to do every day? She’s not even looking for a job but she still dresses up so fancily to go out every day. Hank, be careful that she doesn’t cuckold you. “I reminded you at the beginning that Liberty is better when it comes to getting by.”

“He arranged my life, including my marriage. He even allowed me to receive the so-called good wife education since I was a child.” “A good wife's education?” Paul exclaimed. “I can't believe that a rich girl like you would receive such an education. Can you simply tell me what these so-called good wife educations are?” “Take good care of your husband and children, learn to cook delicious meals for him, get used to waiting for him at night, and never ask where he went or who he was with.” I sneered, “Unless he tells you that a woman is pregnant with his child and that she is your sister.”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

"Who are you calling the other woman? Anna is my wife. She was the one I married." Wilson moved to stand by me, his hand finding my shoulder. "Rowena, enough with the drama, okay?" It was a relief to hear him defend me, but the way he scolded Rowena, trying to hold back his anger, it still felt like he was taking sides. Suddenly, he seemed like a stranger to me. Maybe the love we had was just a mirage, nothing more than the sweet phase every couple goes through at the start. "What did you just say?" Rowena was even more shocked by Wilson's declaration than by the slap. Her eyes were huge as she pointed at me, her voice shaking. "You say she's your wife? Then what am I? We're married!"

He needs to be at the river early if he intends to get good catches or any catch at all. He put on his t-shirt that was already ironed and laid out by his wife. It smelt fresh and clean as he put it on, he inhaled its fresh smell. He knew he had the best woman as his wife. Ellen, his wife, was humble to the core, caring, and smart. He could scarcely remember meeting any woman who is as kind and giving as her. Ellen would give her front teeth to feed a starving dog. Yeah, that was how caring she was.

Her mother had said what a part of her knew she might say even as she hoped that she would be wrong. “A good wife should learn to obey and respect her husband. What did you think your vow on your wedding day was about? Just mere words? Girl, go back to your husband and honour him as the Lord said. His wish is your command." That was what she had gotten for her trouble. His parents had said a varied version of what her mother had said as well. The only person who had sided with her and called her husband a gentleman asshole was Amara.

she tried to stand up but was pushed back down by a kick from the woman. "Haven’t you heard? We don't need you in our lives. My grandchild will thrive without you, and we'll never accept you into our family as my son's spouse. Did you really believe my son loved you? You're deluded. Why do you think he kept seeing other women despite being married to you? Do you think he truly ended things with Jane? You're clueless! Robert only wanted a child from you, that's the truth. Now that we have what we wanted, we have no need for you. Leave and never show your face again," Olivia sneered, attempting to turn away, but Patricia quickly gripped her leg, preventing her from entering the car.