My Wife Is An All-around Expert Mga Nobela at Kwento

A Few Hours Before the Accident "Sign this paper." I froze, stunned by what my husband had just said. My eyes flicked between the document he handed me and the man standing a short distance away. Orlando Gilbret—my husband—looked more handsome than usual tonight. Maybe it was because of the special dinner; he had chosen a perfectly tailored suit, after all. Yes, tonight was our fifth wedding anniversary. Every year, we celebrated with a dinner, just the two of us, sometimes with his parents too. Just like tonight. I was expecting them to arrive any minute now.

She said, And there it is, the ice breaker. Elara hated this the most about Aldric's Mom. She was the type of woman that believes that women belong to the kitchen. According to Elara, that's what her husband used to do to her when she got married to Aldric's father. And ever since then she thinks it's how everyone else is supposed to live. “Come on Mom, I just wanted to help. This has nothing to do with it being a wife's job or not.” Aldric said calmly with a smile.

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

"Yeah, but you are legally my wife as well. And wife trumps all." |||||

Her gaze drifted wistfully over the manicured gardens below, where dew-kissed petals danced in the gentle breeze, a picturesque tableau of tranquility. To the outside world, she was the epitome of grace and sophistication, the beloved wife of the esteemed CEO, Alexander Montague, who has continuously earned the yearly award for best Entrepreneur five time in a row. Theirs was a union envied by many, a love story that seemed destined for eternity. Yet, beneath the façade of marital bliss, a shadow lurked, threatening to shatter the illusion of perfection.

" He stopped her this time. Not willing to listen to any other sh**. Moving back from her,he stood back at his full height. Arms crossed in front of his chest as he started. "You are my wife Alessa, why are you thinking about all these useless things. Laundry, cleaning...I have hundreds of workers taking care of it,why will you do it?" She looked up confused. As far as she knows her mother did all that for her father. Her grandmother did all that for her grandfather. Wasn't she to do it for her husband? "But these are what wife's do..." "No my little pixie ,a wife not just does that. She stands by him in all his failures,she boosts him when he feels low.

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de