My Wife Is An All-around Expert の小説・ストーリー

he said quietly, "that my wife was so... proficient in medical matters." My hands shook as I pushed the wheelchair.

She was so thrilled that she almost jumped out of her skin. "You really put it under my name? Aren't you scared I'll run off with everything one day? Hee-hee!" This woman really knew how to act. I looked at her with fake affection. "You're my wife. Putting it under your name is the best way to make you feel safe." Phoebe got so excited that she leapt up and planted a loud kiss on my face. She could laugh all she wanted now. I just hoped she wouldn't cry too hard when everything fell apart.

The most important thing was that even she, who had been in the business world for a long time, was ashamed of this woman's aura. "You are..." Nigel couldn't help but stand up and look at the young woman who came in. Just as she opened her mouth, Edward had already quickly greeted her. "My dear, you are finally here!" He held Sasha's arm affectionately and returned to Nigel. "Ms. Carson, let me introduce you. This is my wife Sasha. Now you should believe that I didn't lie to you, right?"

“Do you cook? Clean? Or are you just... decorative?” I let my smile widen. “I do it all. You know, real wives tend to.” Jason’s hand slipped under the table and squeezed my thigh—softly, a silent warning. Don’t take the bait. Too late. “Is that how you define being a wife?” his mother asked, arching a brow. “Because marriage is more than pretending. It’s duty. Discipline. Dignity.” “I agree,” I said calmly. “Which is why I take this seriously. I may not come from your world, but I have something else—grit. I don’t back down easily.”

Though he didn't respond to any of my texts and calls recently, I know my husband better than anyone. He may be the wealthiest man I have ever known and had the means to buy women, or at least cheat on me, but I am confident enough that he didn't do any of those. "Of course, I know you're coming home this morning so I cooked you your favorites, honey." I humbly reply and follow him to the dining area despite the cold treatment he bestows on me. Apart from my burning dream of performing in front of a crowd with my dance moves, cooking is also my specialty.

It made no sense at all. “Girlfriend, yeah. Get married to her and things would definitely change.” “You sound so ridiculous. If I have someone like Jane in my life that’d make me happy and calm me down whenever I’m mad or anxious, what else do I need? I’m not a love expert, but I’m certain that if you genuinely love your wife, you wouldn’t dare to look at other women with lustful intentions.” “You need to be educated on how it works.” One of then said and they all burst into laughter like I was a fool.

He tried to hide away from her but where possibly his tall, burly figure could hide but the main concern was not his to hide but the little culprit because of whom her wife is finding him. He was nervous and beads of sweat was forming on his forehead. He was scared of no one in this entire world but of his own wife because only she has the power to tame him and punish him as well because he can't say anything to her. He loves her to the extent that he can lay his heart in her feet at her single demand still it will less in front of what she has done for him until now. She's been with him in every moment of his life good or not. She has blessed him with a new life and he appreciates it a lot.

“She has that effect on everyone, except her husband. Don’t worry, it will fade. Speaking of which, I recommend getting your shit together before you meet him. He’s an expert marksman. I don’t think he’s ever missed his target.” “Duly noted. Thank you for the heads up.” Who is this lady? A weretiger as a bodyguard and her husband is an expert marksman? Of course she’s married. Now I feel like even more of an asshole for ogling over her. I put my sunglasses back up and check my phone. No cell service. Great.

“Watch your tone, woman. Learn how to respect your husband while you talk to him.” “What about the husband doing what he’s supposed to do then?” Natalia retorts. Noah starts to laugh, clapping his hands. “Women. All the same.” He stands up and begins to pace around. “I married you, gave you a home, a proper home, not an orphanage. I feed you, I get you the best things to wear and take you out to the best places to see the best things. We have regular intercourse. And you’re telling me to do what I’m supposed to do? As if I’m not doing it already?” He seethes.

And just like that, Natasha and I became close. We exchanged numbers the day after our hair appointments, and for almost two weeks we would meet every weekend for brunch, lunch or just simple strolls in the park. I learn much from her about her husband, because she would confide in me about him. She claims that it is exhausting being a house wife due to his demands. But really I think she is just lazy, and they have maids so she doesn't have to do much.