La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

It wasn’t her fault the husband couldn’t keep his eyes off her ass when she bent over to scrub the marble floors. “Pack your things, you tramp!” the wife shouted, her face red and ugly. “My husband is drooling over you like a dog in heat—get out of my house!” Francesa blew a kiss at her just to make her madder. “Don’t be jealous, señora. I can’t help it if your man prefers me.” Her accent was thick, her English sharp but laced with spice. She turned and sashayed out, her hips rolling in that way that had gotten her in trouble more times than she could count.

“Look at me. We’re perfect together. We can make it work. I’ll be whatever you want me to be—just choose me. Don’t choose Ainara.” “I love my wife.” It was like a bomb exploded and Isabella went numb. “What did you just say?” “I said, I love my wife—her name is Ainara Pilar Del Carmen Bernardino.” Andres then added that he married her the day they landed in Manila for their parents’ engagement party. That they weren’t doing anything immoral… That Isabella no longer had a place in his life and she would never get her ex-boyfriend back… That Ainara was the one he married. That Ainara was the only one who owned his heart.

Mason asked after some moment of uncomfortable silence. Kate removed her hands from her face and looked up at him with a serious gaze; "Because I was trying to be the perfect daughter they want me to be, the perfect daughter that I have always been. But you know what? I am done! They never really showed me love or care. I feel like a puppet meant to please everyone, I'm also very good for business, and that is what this goddamn marriage is. Business!!! I am fucking done being their tool, I am done being the perfect daughter, and if you expect me to be your perfect wife, then... screw you!!!!!!"

“Our money… Mary. When we got married, we became one, which means your money became mine and mine became yours. So you bought them with our money, and my new wife gets them now.” She laughed. Oh! She had been a fool. What had she been thinking when she picked a wretched grape farmer boy and dusted him, dressed him to become a CEO of a company she had sold almost half her soul to build? What had she expected? She looked into the mirror and winced. Who was this haggard old woman that stared back at her? How had she been reduced to this? How? “I have transferred all your assets and cars to Selena. It's right that she has them all since you made her lose the most precious thing in her life. The

"Levántate y brilla, esposa mía (Rise and shine, my wife.)" She responded with a soft kiss. She's about to let go of his lips but Estefan holds her closer. He started roaming inside her mouth. He once again placed on top of her. She blushed right away. A memory of their night had her bath in blossom red. "No Puedo tener suficiente de ti (I just can't get enough of you.)" He replied as he brought her again to heaven. After a passionate morning, they bathed together. He noticed a speck of small dirt on his wife's back. He did not notice it last night. He touched her back but to his surprise, it was a birthmark.

Nothing would change that. “I’m sorry if you had to get through this,” said Tamaru as they huddled around the sickbed of their son. His wife smiled at him, caressing his shoulders. “No worries, Love! I promised to love you and your flaws, so I will.” It was at those moments that Tamaru fully appreciates his wife. She never showed any signs of giving up. She was strong, inside and out, and that made her precious. Sometimes, he wondered whether he deserved her because she’s too perfect. Maybe it’s true that the opposite attracts. Tamaru might be a strong fighter, but his will was a far cry from hers.

Isla gasped with her eyes wide and frantic, “No way. Our offences are different. I just made a small mistake but you didn't invite me to your wedding, that's a one time thing.” Ann hummed, pretending to give it some thought. “Fine, you're right, but I already apologized.” Isla puffed with an eye roll. “Before we begin speaking about all the bad things regarding your husband, can we please discuss how sexy and good looking he is?” Isla rose to her feet with a wide smile on her face and a faraway look on her face. “You are so lucky. He is so hot, did you see that perfect jawline and that broad chest, it would make the perfect resting place for my head. Oh my God, he's like a living definition

Paul continued sounding agitated. Jason looked at him with suspicion filling his eyes. “Do you like Skyla.?” He asked abruptly squinting his eyes. This startled Paul leaving him flustered “no…em no what are you even talking about…? Such nonsense… isn't she your wife.? Fuck! He replied sounding disoriented and cursed himself for having twisted feelings. Jason didn't speak anymore and just walked away, ignoring paul calls. He drove to a florist shop and picked a large bouquet of roses and a pretty necklace.

“You hide the bruises, but we can still see them, hermana. Everyone can.” “Stop it,” Mom whispers. “You should have left him years ago.” “I couldn’t.” Catalina laughs bitterly. “You mean you wouldn’t.” Silence drops heavy between them. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside. Then Mom’s voice comes, barely above a whisper. “Not everyone gets a perfect marriage like you, Catalina. With your perfect husband and your perfect children.” Catalina’s face changes, something sharp flickers through her expression. She leans forward slowly. “There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage,” she says. Her voice is calm now, too calm. “But my husband knows one thing.”

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.