Excellent Wife Book Novels & Stories

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

Even blew on it like she was kissing a boo-boo. I saw red. "Rachel! You're touching him? Right in front of me?" She didn't even flinch. "Aaron actually knows how to treat a woman. Unlike you—you're just an animal. You pound away until I feel torn apart. Aaron is gentle. He's rich. What do you have that he doesn't?" Each word hit me like a knife to the chest. This was my wife. The woman I married. We'd been so happy once. I'd done everything for her.

It was so easy to laugh at her jokes, to let the tension in my shoulders drop for just a second. "When you two first got married, I worried the pressure of the family name might be too heavy," Evelyn said softly, looking at me with genuine pride in her eyes. "But you've grown into it beautifully, Emilka. Damian is incredibly lucky to have a wife who understands the stakes." "Thank you, Eve," I said, the words tasting like ash in my mouth. "That means a lot coming from you." Right then, the air in the room shifted. I didn't even have to look toward the entrance to know he had arrived. The subtle movement of the waitstaff, the sudden heavy energy clearing the path behind our booth, it was a pa

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

'' She asks, surprised to find me pulling her by the waist. ''I'd want everything with you,'' I mutter. ''And everything we shall have,'' She replies. Emma and I both look up to find Evelyn laughing loudly at Andrea in which he responds back with the same laughter—making us smile at their happiness. They seem happy and I don't see why I should be thinking over something that is never too sure. I look at the woman in front of me; Emma. I'm more than lucky to have her as my wife and it's such a grateful gift. She's an absolute beauty but other than her beauty, she's perfect. Her personalities, her appearances, her charms; they're rare.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

"And the evil 20-year-old is speechless." I continued sipping my coffee, and when I'm done, I stood up and smiled at them. "Still, I'm not liking your ideas. Because as long as it didn't come from me, it's not a worthy thing to consider. Remember, I'm . . . the . . . best . . . Del Puerto." I walked out, leaving them the kind of atmosphere that has never been strange to anyone who know me. And lastly, HUSBAND. Wait, husband?

She was there—Julie. Just as I reached for the handle, the door swung open, and there she stood, her eyes locking onto mine. She clapped slowly, a side smile playing on her lips. “I congratulate you, little wife. You really did a fine job. I never imagined I’d see Rafael let a woman guide him through it all!” Her voice was reflecting her bitterness. “I’m not just any woman guiding him, Julie,” I said calmly, meeting her gaze with steady resolve. “I am his wife and the mother of his child. I am his family.”

"What did you say!?" William jumped up, grabbing Francis by the throat fiercely. Emily had not expected William to react so strongly and muttered, "How interesting. She'd rather run away than apologize. Look what your precious wife did! You've spoiled her rotten!" William's previous affection for Emily had vanished entirely. He turned to face her, glaring through gritted teeth and growled, "I'm glad you know that she's my real wife." Then, he put on his clothes and headed straight for the basement.

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.