Como Ser Una Buena Esposa の小説・ストーリー

"Your husband didn't tell you when you asked him and it must have hurt your pride, so now you are here to feast on the smaller prey but I am afraid to tell you that I am no prey at all not to speak of a small one." Sarah broke out in a hoarse laughter. "You think so highly of yourself young woman yet you have so much more to learn. Do you think it's all about being gutsy and putting up an attitude? No my Darling, you should have paid attention to me and took lessons while I was offering. "But then again, you're no wife material like Cara, in fact, you're no wife material at all. You think it's about being obedient to your husband that makes you a wife? Then again, you're not even that too. O

Never give anyone even the slightest hint that we are not a normal happily married couple. 3. Always act like a 'good wife' Rule number three covered a lot. "Good," he said. "I'm glad you're got over whatever happened to you in the jungle last week." I forced a smile, biting my tongue. Just you wait, Andrea Martinez.

I say to him. " I expect you to behave a certain way as a wife should." He says. " Oh! It's the first time I'm experiencing being a wife. Please don't blame me. I can't change myself. " I stir the spoon, " Oh you don't know one thing about me, my dearest husband. I don't take orders, I don't spend life according to anyone. You may have kept me in the dark. I hope you'll not break your promises and deals that you made before marriage. "

Isaac pursed his lips. "What? Why would you ask that?" Irene released him then and straightened herself, looking serious as she voiced her hunch. "Nothing good ever comes out of your lips." Isaac smiled despite his irritation—what did she really take him for? Had he really never said anything nice?! "That's slander." Irene snorted. "Fine, then tell me: what makes me a good wife?" Isaac replied solemnly. "You're a domestic goddess."

I felt weak crying like this in front of my mother, but I couldn’t stop it. Her grin sent a shudder down my spine. “Darling, you haven’t learned one of the most fundamental truths of being a woman. You can tempt a man fairly easily; that’s different from being able to keep him. Getting a man to stay can be quite difficult. You have to be smart. Much smarter than you.” She put on her sunglasses and put her purse on her shoulder. “I’ll trust that you won’t fuck up anything else on your way out.” The sound of Dad’s fork and knife clanging against his dish were the only sounds in the room. His new wife—who could have only been a few years older than me—sipped her white wine and stared blindly at

He asked me with an indignant gaze. I was caught aback a little but I sighed. “I am trying to be a better person, so this is one of my steps. Being a better person means being a better wife,” I said, putting the last word there to let it ring in his head. No matter what he wants, it doesn't matter if she is going to become his wife whether he likes it or not.

Karen knew that Kevin was trying hard to be a good husband and she also wanted to be a good wife, but she didn't know how to play the role of a good wife. What she could think of was, he already had. What she did not think of, he also already had. Therefore, she simply poured her heart and soul out to do something insignificant but heartwarming for him, in efforts to be a considerate and virtuous good wife. Looking at her serious expression, Kevin raised his hand and rubbed her head. "Thank you for being so thoughtful." "You're the one who says that a couple should take care of each other." Karen smacked his hand and curled her lips. "Don't keep rubbing my head."

“This is only the beginning, Mia.” “What?” I asked, intrigued by his words. “A husband should treat his wife like a queen. Like a soulmate. He should treat her even better than he treats himself.” “You’re a good husband,” I said, without hesitation. He smiled shyly. “That’s because I can’t treat myself like trash. I love good things. And I want to treat you the way I’d treat the most valuable thing I own.” I was speechless. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know how a wife should treat her husband...

James said seriously. I sighed. How do you even become a good wife? I had no experience in relationships. Everything I knew came from TV shows, and even those were limited. “Alright. I guess all I can do for now is wait and do what’s expected of me,” I replied quietly. I shook my head. I shouldn’t be sulking. I’m the only one Normani can count on right now. While she’s unconscious, I have to do everything I can for her. I forced a smile and changed the topic. “Have you eaten?”

" Verbal sparring with my mother is never easy. She counters my causticity with coldness and my dryness with sarcasm. In this respect, we are similar—we both have large arsenals of armor and endurance. "I wouldn't have said anything if I hadn't seen how many mistakes you make. You're almost thirty, Tasha, and it's time to learn to be flexible. Having a strong character doesn't mean you have to flaunt it constantly. By doing so, you're suppressing your husband and damaging your marriage." What do you think Isaac should do in our marriage? "He's the head of the family and the authority figure. He should never doubt that. Only then will the marriage be successful."