Good Wife Book Novels & Stories

"What's with Ginny anyway? Is she blind? When Mr. Warde Senior was still around, the family was doing very well. "She was very beautiful. She could've picked any man to be her husband, but she chose to marry that man who came from nothing. Well, look at her now. Her husband has been imprisoned and she returns in defeat. "She gave birth to a good daughter who could've changed her fate, but she chose the road that led to her ruin instead. Honestly, fate tried to help her, but she just wouldn't accept it. Her foolishness is written all over her face," a lady declared.

A prelude from the whole act. Did every couple on earth really marry for love so they didn’t need any manual or guidebook? Maybe one day, I would write this down and the first ever manual book of how to be a good fake wife. They said business was about finding an opportunity, no? Might as well use this one. But the problem was, I needed to be good first, so I could tell others how to do the same. Yet the questions still remain with no answer.

That way you can clean up after me and my handsome husband. I bit back my spitfire reply, only shrugging at her words in dismissal. "If you want to, try it." "You can see me love on my husband and watch as he takes me as his true wife," she fluttered with her words, walking circles around me like a scavenger on the hunt. "He won't be able to resist my charm, or my body after all. And besides that, his family already adores me." "Well, you know what they say about misery," I sneered.

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

TWO DAYS AGO. Mama used to tell me that marriage was about weathering storms together. “A man is said to be the head of the home but do you know that a man can not be a successful head of the home without a wise woman beside him?” She would ask. A wise woman would hold her home strong but a foolish woman would use her own hands to break her home. "Sometimes life will test you, mija," she'd whispered from her hospital bed when I was sixteen, her hand cold and fragile in mine. "But a good man will stand beside you when the world tries to break you down."

But Eliott never once thought that she is a good enough wife. And she even had the chance to be a good mother because she had never gotten pregnant. The words "good wife and mother" was like a trigger for bad memories for her. She had tried her best, she had given her all, but she still got kicked out of the house like she was nothing. Her eyes went red immediately. All had efforts to be a good wife and a good mother was unappreciated by the person that she did it for. But ironically, she was appreciated by someone else.... someone else that she never thought the appreciation will be coming from.

"Anna, why so quiet? How long have you been hanging onto my man Wilson? How long have you been a homewrecker? "Is that child even Wilson's, or did you go around with some other guy and now you're trying to pass the kid off as Wilson's to get a piece of his family fortune? "Did you dig into my past and find out I can't have kids? Is that why you think you can ignore me? "You don't have a job, and Wilson provided everything you eat, wear, and drink. Wilson also paid for your brother's motorcycle and phone! As his wife, half of that money is mine. Don't you get that?"

she responded mischievously, then leaned down, kissing him passionately. Nicole, Natalia Nicolette Lorenzo, was just a simple woman who had once dreamed of success in the field she had chosen. She never imagined the luxurious life she now lived. Despite all the hardships and pain she had endured, she deserved this. But for Nicole, material wealth no longer mattered. What truly mattered was being happy with the man she loved, their daughter by their side, and the life they’d built together. She knew, every single day, that she would choose happiness, to be a good wife, and most importantly, to be a good mother.

What kind of book is this? “Wow, it turns out that my wife has the courage to read a husband and wife guidebook,” said Alex, who had been standing in the doorway since who knows when and smiled meaningfully at Claire. Claire widened her eyes. Did Alex hear everything she said clearly? Claire immediately shook her head firmly. “No, he didn't. This book was given to me by my grandmother.” “Grandma?” repeated Alex. She stepped closer to Claire and hugged her from behind. Both hands were wrapped around her stomach.

“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.”