La Esposa Perfecta Novels & Stories

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

It was completely flat with six abs. This was the first time that she could see her previous husband's muscular body. She could not listen to her heart beat pounded because its rate came up with the vision in front of her. She was admiring because his body was like masterfully carved. He was sexy and hot. Maybe, if Ronald had shown this to her before, there was no force required when he was loving her. She was enjoying the sight and she even wanted to put her hands inside his chest to find out how hard it is.

“I mean, we talked about a few things, and I think it won’t be difficult to get the information I need from him.” Carolina’s lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned slightly against the counter. “See? It wasn’t that bad. And I’m sure if you keep up the act, you’ll get your perfect revenge on your ex-husband.” Her words hung in the air, sharp and deliberate. My stomach churned, a mix of satisfaction and unease settling in.

A man with dark sexual fantasies. His wife, Selena Cole, was the perfect wife for him. She was beautiful, elegant, and always by his side. To the world, she was the billionaire’s jewel—soft-spoken, graceful, dressed in silk and diamonds. But behind closed doors, she was exactly what Adrian wanted her to be: obedient. A toy he could mold, train, and display however he pleased.

A passing nurse watched them go, envy written all over her face. "This man is way too good to his wife! We're on the sixteenth floor, and he didn't even wait for the elevator. He just ran down the stairs carrying her! When will I ever meet a husband like that?" "Good husbands aren't easy to find. Look at that other pregnant woman over there. She's so pale, and her husband isn't even with her. Poor thing... wait, what's happening? Someone call for help! A pregnant woman just fainted in the hallway!"

In the confines of the car, Vivienne finally dropped her mask of innocence. "Isolde, why are you doing all this?" She swirled the Bloody Mary in her hand, her eyes full of mockery. "A guilty conscience? Or is there some other reason?" "Because it's what you've always dreamed of, isn't it?" I leaned against the car window. "My husband, my power, my wealth... Vivienne, you've won." "Hmph." She sneered. "Don't think this will make me grateful. You're the one who ruined my human life."

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

Chapter Three — Drew Jacob's Wife He wasn’t, in fact, dying to meet me like my parents made me believe That realization didn’t come on my wedding day because that day was perfect , It came as I became his wife , Actually living with him was hell . I had been married to Drew Jacobs for two years, and in those two years, I learned that a marriage could exist without love, affection , or kindness and still look perfect to everyone watching from the outside, We just had to play our paths perfectly.

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

But their affair was discovered by Robert's ex-wife, and Robert and his ex-wife divorced, and she got the position as his wife. “His ex-wife was his high school classmate, a woman who couldn't dress up and be stupid,” said she proudly, “She only knows how to have babies and cook, and she can't read financial statements. Successful men don't want women like this. They need women who can help them in their careers.” “Like you?” I looked at her coldly. “I'm so much better than his ex-wife, or he wouldn't have married me,” She said. “I can tell you're a great wife, too. I think we're going to be good friends.”