Characters Of The Good Wife Novels & Stories

Matthew snorted coldly. "I never lied to you! Can't you see how I have treated Natalie all these years?" "Who knows if you're acting or pretending?" Mary shook her body violently. "It turns out that all these years, my cultivation and care of Natalie, in your eyes, are all acting..." That was too hurtful. Mary cared for her husband and child and worked hard to be a good housekeeper. Everyone in Sea City had always praised her as a good wife and a good mother. Who knew...

The Abigail he knew. He was flirting with a ghost. He was charming a woman who had existed weeks ago—a bitter, angry, reckless version of me that I didn't even remember being. He had no idea he was sitting across from a twenty-year-old girl who called her husband 'Lee-Lee' and cried over old dinosaur keychains. And the fact that he couldn't even tell the difference... proved he didn't really know me at all. I stood up, pulling my handbag over my shoulder. "I should go."

“What does ‘ignorant’ mean, mama?” Christian shook his head as he saw how Adam kept questioning Hazel but she was patient with her child. She was telling him everything. True. He was glad to have such a wife. She was a wise woman who gave respect, love and care to everyone, had only one man in her life and devoted herself to the almighty first and then the rest. “You’ll learn that with time, dear.” She patted his head. “Yes, mam, I will.” He nodded his head and soon his gaze fell upon the bags behind her and he suddenly realised something.

During the dinner I remained silent, with a smile on my face of a woman happy with the life she is leading. He played the good husband deceived at every turn, and I played a wife who was happy on the outside but unhappy on the inside, but no one knows what goes on behind the appearance. No one suspects that I have been threatened with death, by the person who swears he loves me and cares for me at the church.

"We may be identical, but we're practically opposites. Remember that time you helped me sit in for my literature class? You ended up quoting Keats instead of Kafka." Ashton winced. "Okay, that wasn't my finest hour. But trust me, I’ll give you all the information that you need to know." A reluctant chuckle escaped my lips. Ashton always had a way of making the absurd sound almost reasonable, because just how much information would be enough to pretend to be married to her husband. "And what about Andreas? Won't he find it odd that his wife suddenly morphs into a bookworm who would rather not be bothered about being the center of attention?"

Jenifer had just married a man, but unfortunately, as a wife, she was not considered at all and even what she asked was ignored by the man. Jenifer then decided to stand up and take some dirty clothes that her husband had just taken off. The woman smiled again so wryly that Jenifer had to eat some of the food she had just served alone because her husband didn't eat at all. In fact, it seems that after this Jenifer will no longer cook and she would prefer to do something more useful than having to throw away food just because she was waiting, it turns out that her husband was so stupid that he didn't think of her as a wife.

In their world, the woman always carried the heavier blame. And now, the impossible request hung over her like a stormcloud: Ethan. August’s cousin. His chosen solution. Her heart twisted at the thought. She didn’t want to imagine Ethan’s face, but it forced itself into her mind anyway—his quiet gaze, his steady presence in the family. Ethan was trusted. Reliable. And now, her husband wanted her to cross the one line she had vowed never to break.

But now, her voice drifted through the garden like a winter wind- steady, measured, and utterly devoid of warmth. “I, Rose Zhou, vow to love you… to honor you… to cherish you… in sickness and in health… for as long as we both shall live.” The garden was so quiet, even the petals seemed to freeze. Her stiff, painted-on smile made Duke flinch like she’d slapped him again. The priest, terrified the ceremony would unravel entirely, rushed forward. “I-I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the-”

"That's enough, leave her alone. After all, she's only like this because she lost her husband..." Those words instantly calmed William down. He gave me a complicated look before rushing out the door with Emily in his arms. Our family arrived at the hospital, with William anxiously waiting in the emergency room. Once, when I had a high fever, this appearance-conscious man did not even bother to put on his shoes when he carried me to the hospital. His feet were even bloodied. Now, I was abandoned in a corner, ignored by everyone. The doctor came out and happily shook William's hand, saying, "Congratulations, sir! Your wife is pregnant!"

" As soon as the words left her mouth, everyone looked sympathetically at her. "She's such a great woman. Why doesn't this scumbag know how to cherish her? He even had to be a cheating bastard. He really doesn't know how good he has it." "I'm Charlene's neighbor. She's generally very approachable and treats Hanson really well. It's no exaggeration to claim that she's the kindest, most loving wife." "That's right. Even now, this woman is speaking up for that scumbag. We're in favor of just convicting the cheating bastard and letting him rot in prison, Your Honor!"