Novel & Cerita La Esposa Perfecta

Man, it was complicated! Admitting the truth would be way too mortifying. So Elio puffed up his chest and boasted, "Oh, absolutely! My wife isn't just a knockout; she's sweet as pie. Every night, she starts with a foot wash, follows up with a massage, and let's just say... she's amazing in every way, if you catch my drift..." The girls burst into giggles, throwing out compliments like confetti. "Wow, your lady sounds like the perfect wife and mom. She's incredible!"

“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.

Stolen moments with my husband. Imperfect. Messy. Exhausting. And absolutely perfect exactly as it was.

Fucking great! I scanned around, looking for one particular person—my wife. When I did finally locate her, she had her eyes fixed directly on me. I walked up to her, probably anticipating what I had to say about marriage because Lola and I know nothing about it. "Marriage isn’t for two perfect people; it’s for two imperfect people who walk hand in hand through the good times and the bad on their way to becoming perfect together. Through the process of marriage, we converge toward a common goal of perfection. I was probably around 16 years old when I first met my wife, and she was probably around 9 years old at the time. When she approached me, I saw her as this annoying girl who had just mov

"Are you sure about your decision? You won't regret this, will you?" Angel smiled faintly. She couldn't lie that she loved Sean so much. Flashes of the past momentarily replayed in her mind. Angel still remembers the first time she met Sean, and it was an unforgettable day. Years passed until they were finally able to be together as lovers, and were blessed with a beautiful daughter. And that was enough for Angel. Without marriage, Angel's life is perfect. This is perfect. Angel's head finally nodded without the slightest hesitation. "Yes, I'm confident in my decision."

"I love her, I really do" "Of course, even if you answered in the negative, I would prove you wrong. You both are perfect for each other. You love each other and I think you're made for each other. Why would she get tired of you? She stuck with you through thick and thin, she healed you. She brought every piece of you together. She made you a better man. She taught you what it feels like to be loved again. I'm not saying that every marriage is perfect. It takes two imperfect people to build a home. A perfect marriage is a boring one. You and Ellise are bound to face challenges. How you handle them matters a lot. Push aside your fear and you'll see a brighter future with her"

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.

She says, smiling at them. “This is my wife. Now you can give her all your praises.” Edward said, sounding very pleased. “The party was so beautifully decorated, and I’m honoured ro have experienced being surrounded by such non living beauty, even if the abstract art seem to come to life sometimes.” “Oh really? The pleasure was and still is mine, Mrs Shaw, thank you very much.” Edward’s wife says with a large smile to Natalia and sends a cropped version of her original smile to Wendy. Natalia, noticing the tension quickly speaks up. “My husband is waiting for us. We have to go.” She smiles.

Why was I just sitting here while my wife was betraying me? I looked into the room. My wife's mother had given us an antique vanity whose mirror was no longer attached as firmly as it should have been and it tilted slightly downward. I thought absently about how I was supposed to have fixed it some time ago ... but now I was happy and yet sad that I hadn't. It afforded me a view of the bed; it let me watch my wife and her lover. Her wailing was increasing. My wife was not a quiet lover; her passion started as low moans, almost growls, that kept rising in volume and pitch until her climax. I could tell she was near, could hear her wailing rising to a fever pitch.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.