Novel & Cerita La Esposa Perfecta

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.

Although I have said this to myself, there were still times when I doubted my own words, but now I can say I have truly fallen in love with Tara Evans. My grandmother cried in silence as she listened to the music. When Tara was done singing, she opened her eyes and wiped the tears that welled in her eyes. She and grandpapa were our ideal example of a very much-in-love couple. Over the years, they would always look at each other with much adoration and love, something we all envy, hoping that time would come and we would all find that perfect better half. “That was so beautiful, Tara. Thank you.” “I want to get married now,” Samantha sniffled, wiping her tears as well. “You sang it well bette

Julia was set to marry James and Luis but the day they came to deliver the news, Luis soul bonded with my daughter Susie, and he left Julia to be with her. Luis and Susie had the perfect marriage and the perfect family. They’ve had no disagreements and honestly, they’re so perfect together it can make one sick. I found my thoughts wandering to Tiffany. I had no idea why I couldn’t hear her thoughts, and it made me nervous yet excited.

“You were never trash, Cass. You were a goddamn queen waiting to be crowned. And look at you now—running half my empire, mothering our perfect little girl, wearing my collar like it’s the finest jewelry in the world while my cum leaks down your thighs under the boardroom table. You kept me inside you yesterday through every meeting, every glitter explosion with Lila, every nursery sketch on your tablet. That power? That’s you. That’s us. And when this next little wolf comes—Rowan or Sage or whatever name you whisper while you’re coming on my cock—I’ll still fuck you just like this every morning. Slow. Deep. So you feel exactly how much I love you.” The orgasm crested like a warm tide instead

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

"That's how low you've sunk? Spying on your own wife because you can't stand the idea that maybe, just maybe, I'm tired of playing the perfect Rivera trophy?" "It's not spying. It's protecting what's mine," Elias shot back. "Or at least what I thought was mine. If you're so unhappy, why don't you just say it? Or are you waiting for the right moment to walk away?” The argument was painful to listen to. I stood frozen in the hallway, shocked. Elias and his wife had always seemed so perfect from the outside—the golden couple, the ones Victor praised constantly. Beautiful life, successful careers, talks about the future grandchildren. But behind closed doors, it was falling apart. The betrayal,

I watch as the words come to mind but never leaves her lips, she has been rendered speechless. "The thing is, Becca, there is no perfect lover; we are all flawed, but knowing those flaws and still loving with all your heart creates perfect love. I will never look further than you, my love. If my heart is a flower waiting to bloom, your love is the only sunshine it needs." "Josh?"

"Since you saw everything, I won't bother hiding it anymore." His voice was calm, as if he were announcing a business decision. "Powerful men always want more. It's normal." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "You may be my wife, but that doesn't give you the right to bring people here to cause trouble at my spa." Wife. The word detonated in the room. Everyone was speechless. "What? Wife?" "Mr. Vance is married?" "This bloody woman is Mr. Vance's wife?" "Oh my god, I thought she was some lowlife from out of town!"