How To Be A Good Wife Book の小説・ストーリー

“Mum, there are men who do not depend on their wives for pleasure but go after women, and such men do not look after the complete welfare of their wives: and Charles possessed to extremity such dubious character. No woman would be around a man who doesn’t love her. A woman requires soothing, caring and pampering and not giving her heartache. Because she has a special need for tenderness and affection. His obscured manner had gone beyond Christian wedlock. I will divorce him and marry any man that would properly take care of me, and respect the issues of marital home.” “No! My daughter, your divorce proposal is wrong; you have had no legal support to divorce him. You are just putting your foo

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

"Of course, that's what he wants. You, as a woman, cannot be a good wife. Your husband wants to be treated freely. And if you don't give him freedom then he has the right to get that from another woman." She didn't answer me. Her eyes were firmly looking at me. "What's the point of being married but not being served well? It's not difficult to serve him, just open your legs and feel his touch. Later I'll show you how to make your husband comfortable." "You—" He wanted to slap me but I caught her hand. "You were wrong from the start. Men always look for justifications for all their behavior that they consider normal. Your man will leave your hands if there is a comparison that makes him more

The assistant, Adam, shot me a sideways glance and kicked me a few more times. “Take him away! It won’t be good for any of us if Miss Pascal finds out about this!” I struggled and yelled, “I’m her husband! Ask her if you don’t believe me! Ask her whose name is on her marriage certificate! That heart belongs to her mother-in-law! Ask her how she dares to try and steal it!” Everything went quiet for a moment, but then Adam clutched his stomach and let out a guffaw. “Everyone at Pascal Group knows Miss Pascal loves Mr. Sinclair the most. She gave him half her shares without blinking an eye.”

The silence that followed didn't seem to bother Sophia at all, and that alone put Isabelle on edge. "I won't waste your time," Sophia continued. "You have questions about your husband." Isabelle's eyes narrowed. "My husband doesn't need you to explain him to me." Sophia's voice stayed gentle, almost kind. "That's where you're wrong. There are parts of his life you've never seen." Isabelle crossed her arms. "If you're trying to scare me, it's not working." "I'm not trying to scare you." Sophia leaned forward slightly. "I'm trying to prepare you."

As they dragged Talia off, she twisted back and spat, "I put up with being your wife for seven years—that's more than you deserved. You think you're some prize? "You can't get anyone pregnant, and you've been useless in bed for years. No one wants you unless she's desperate. "So what if I went to Danny? When things go wrong, maybe look at yourself. A guy like you thinks I should've stayed loyal?" After we got married, we ran every test trying for a kid. Nothing happened. I told her to take it slow. I even got her pricey meds to help. She quit after a few days. So she thought I was the problem? That I couldn't perform?

She had worked late into the night that day, rubbing her hands raw with blisters. As I applied ointment to her palms, I scolded her for being foolish. She had only smiled and said, “If my husband and child want something, I’ll make sure they have it.” We had been so good then. We met in college. She had been a poor student with nothing to her name, and I had been the son of the wealthiest family in Rivershire.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de