Novel & Cerita Not Your Perfect Wife Anymore

“But I’m not just any man, am I? I’m your husband and you’re my wife. I can do whatever I want to you.” What did he say? This idiot, I’ll show him that I’m no longer under his control. I take a step forward so I’m standing in his personal space and give him a fake sweet smile. “That’s where you’re wrong. I am no longer your wife, Ex-husband.” A shadow crosses his face, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he’s trying to gauge whether I’m lying. “Ex-husband?”

A message arrived seconds later. I just saw your calls. Natasha wasn’t feeling well tonight. What happened? The message he sent made no sense to me; My son was dead under a white sheet ten feet away from me, and my husband had sent me a message about another woman's comfort. My fingers moved mechanically across the screen. His call came in again and this time I picked it. I answered. Neither of us spoke first. I could hear him breathing from the other end of the call "Tina." His voice came out finally. "I'm so sorry."

The more you talk, the more I feel like crying. Bianca looked up at the sky and heaved a long sigh. Sebastian is so much nicer than Theo. If I hadn't gotten the wrong person in the beginning, we might already be living happily together by now. Don't worry, there's still a chance between you two. What chance? I'm legally married, remember? Given the North family's background, they surely won't accept a woman who's been married once before. She waved her hands dismissively in the air. I should probably focus on earning more money. I don't dare to dream about love anymore. But you—

“After what happened to Anya, you are doing the same with other women and children? Where’s the difference, Alexei? Why are you even doing this? For money? There’s plenty of ways to make money, you don’t have to do this—“ I spat not caring what he might do to me. What could he do after all? Punish me? Slap me? Beat me? Kill me? I was already dying inside, it was only for the best if he killed me too. “Don’t poke your nose in my business, любовь.” His voice was deeper, more dark less subtle. “Just because I am being nice doesn’t mean I trust you, or you have any right to lay your opinions in front of me.” He motioned to the band on my finger. “You’re my wife.” I scoffed taking off the ring in

Lucy Hawthorne He’s gone again. My fingers traced the empty bed, feeling it a bit cold. Lately, he often got up early for work. Adrian Hawthorne. My husband. But today, it felt wrong. Even after getting a shower, wrapping myself in my casual floral dress, and sliding a pair of low heels, the heavy feeling won’t disappear. A morning hue blew past my skin through the mansion as I wandered around. This mansion belonged to his family, the Hawthornes.

I said. “So does he find someone better?” Stacey smiled and nodded. “He went back to his ex-wife after realizing that although she wasn’t perfect, she was still better,” Unease curled low in my stomach as my face scrunched. “Weird series though. I don’t think I would be watching but the title?” “I don’t really remember but when we see next, I’ll tell you the title.”

Why am I not surprised? “Wow. Perfect! And since you reffered to me as the first wife. Am guessing you are the second wife” “Oh please. That is where you are getting it wrong. Am not..and can never be the second wife. He is all mine. I aren’t sharing him with anyone. You are leaving and don’t ever come back again. Who else leaves her matrimonial home to go fuck guys around” “Oh, So you are the new wife. Perfect!” I signed in relief.

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

But I didn't move an inch, not when she was staring at me that way, with those deep hazel eyes that seemed to unravel every inch of me. The mole on her jaw. Her wide hips. Her small, yet cute, beautiful face. Everything about this woman, my wife, screams PERFECTION! ‘Stop telling me what to do!’ I hissed back. ‘Oh, you don't like it? Well that is exactly what you've been doing to me since I got you!’

"I wanted to tell you that it's about time for you to marry and have children. Nathan has been waiting for you for such a long time that even his hair had turned white. He's still waiting for you even after you have returned. Since it's about time for you to settle down, why don't you get together with him?" She continued with her words. "Love and marriage are not the same thing, when you're in love, you can be willful as you wish, but once you're married and have kids, things will be different. Look at me, I'm still fighting frequently with our family's Old Wolf. Only after marriage did I realize that great men also need to relieve themselves and their poop are equally as smelly! I was comp