Good Wife Book Novels & Stories

No one stays at the bottom and no one stays on top either. After losing so much, she suddenly had everything she needed. In terms of material things, she definitely has more. It's not about the 'needs' anymore but the 'wants' that she can easily access day by day. But is this really it? Is it normal to greedily ask for more? “What's with the cake?” Belle stopped and stared at Nikolai. Of course, she didn’t wish for his world to revolve around her only… but isn’t it just right for a husband to remember his wife’s birthday?

“I am not ready.” I made her wait until I was done foaming the body wash on her delicate shoulders, then I gathered her hair in my fists and applied shampoo. When my silence greeted her, she looked at me over her shoulder. Her pissed face and red angry eyes glared at me. “If you want a child so much then why don’t you fuck some other woman and build a family with her. Why are you so adamant on tormenting me? First you stalked me, married me against my will and now you want to impose a child on me?” She blurted. Her lips wobbled. “I am your wife for fucks sake not a damn breeder.” Her eyes full of sweet anger. I agonised day and night to see her emotions other than fear—even if it was her ang

her father cried. Jacques grabbed Sylvia's hand and squeezed out crocodile tears. "You don't know how much she's suffered over the years, Mr. and Mrs. LePenn. Richard is a bully through and through. He oppressed her. She told me many times that if it weren't for me, she would have given in to her demons and ended her life." Her parents' expressions softened. When they turned back to me, their attitude had plainly shifted. To powerful old-money families like ours, cheating was a moral stain. If society branded me a cheater, people would grandstand and freeze me out of business.

"I'll go find Cullen now. It was nice to meet you, Brielle." "Nice to meet you too ma'am" I responded, trying to sound elegant. I watched as she walked out of the living room, feeling a sense of respect for her. She may have been a bit intimidating. Not as intimidating as I was, I said to myself, but she was also clearly a strong and successful woman. And if she approved of me, then maybe I wasn't doing such a bad job as Cullen's wife after all. Well.. I was Brielle afterall… a woman who knows what she wants and goes after it with a full force. What could be more intimidating than that?

She couldn’t hear Mara’s response anymore. Couldn’t hear anything. Her chest felt strangely hollow. As though seven years of marriage… Seven years of trying… Had suddenly become meaningless. Quietly, she turned around and walked back upstairs. Inside the bedroom sat two unopened gift boxes. One for Elowen. One for Lucien. She stared at them silently. Then, one by one She placed them back inside her suitcase. By noon, Alina found herself standing outside a familiar restaurant. The same restaurant Lucien once brought her to after their wedding.

Only after we'd walked away did I realize I was still holding her hand. I awkwardly let go and looked away. Less than a week later, Zara sent a huge payment to my account. And she started showing up even more often. Every day, she'd stop Poppy and me just to tell us how much she loved us. She even started bringing us homemade meals. Back then, that kind of effort was reserved for Holden and Oliver. A few times, she even showed up at Poppy's preschool with clothes and food. Anyone who didn't know better would've thought she was the perfect wife and mom.

“How? How does one become a good husband?” Rachel tapped her fork against her lip. “I don’t know. You said you were smart, figure it out.” Nicholas let out a short breath, something between a sigh and a laugh. Then, more quietly: “I’ve never seen one.” Rachel froze. He continued, still staring at his plate. “Growing up, all I saw was a bad husband. My father never treated my mother right. So I never really understood what a good husband is supposed to be.” Rachel’s chest tightened. The fork slipped slightly in her fingers.

A book with the title, Sex Guide: 101 Positions For Newlyweds! She held her forehead in disappointment. She thought it would be something decent since Rui is an elegant and classy mom. She doesn't look like someone who would give this kind of book! “My expectations for you were too high, Rui!” she uttered as she picked up the gift card. [Tried and tested. It did improve our marriage life. Go easy on my cousin though. Best of luck, Rui] Once again, she boxed it up before tossing it inside the drawer. “I've never been so disappointed! How can they be my besties?!” she murmured as she typed on her phone to search for similar gifts.

"If you want to see miracles, you have to stay the course. That's what this whole day is about." I gritted my teeth and followed her as we went and took a seat. A woman who looked older, the pastor's wife—came to the front of the room after people had finished eating. She introduced herself and then started going on about this ridiculous subject of how she treats her husband, how her husband loves her, and how her husband loves their children. Basically how she submits/slave to her husband. Then she called up her two daughters, who were dressed like... and she started telling us how we were supposed to treat our children like we were in 1912.

"Who said I was just showing off my books? I want you to stay here, read these books, so you'll become a little smarter." "Fine, I'll read, but not now. I want to go to our room." "No, you can't. You have to read at least one book before you can go back to our room. Besides, it's my room, not yours." Gwen sighed heavily, walking to the nearest bookshelf and randomly grabbing a book, then sitting on the sofa where Dominic usually relaxed in that room. She didn't know what book she had taken from the shelf. Dominic smiled at his wife's strange behavior. When Gwen opened and started reading the book, she realized it was Mr. Charles's book on caring for flower gardens.