Not Your Perfect Wife Anymore นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

It pained me unintentionally that he thought this low of me. "I don't need to dig in your wife's personal affairs, Mr. Black but you should. I mean she's your wife and The Blacks believe in keeping their reputation above everything. Your Mrs. Perfect is a first class slut, Mr. Black. Go and dig into her past and present. I can assure you that you don't have to dig deeper because as much as she's beautiful, her brain is rotten. After all, you're very good at spying on people to find out their flaws. You did it years ago, you can do it again." I tried to give him the taste of his own medicine.

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

I gritted through my teeth, “And if you think you can drag me through another scene like this—you’re wrong. Oh, you're wrong about those documents by the way, I'd never give you my sweat and blood without a fixed prenup. I'm not the same pathetic wife you locked up at home. Fuck off to your woman, or you want me to call her myself?” Not expecting this response, his nostrils flared and cheeks flushed with an emotion I couldn't wrap my finger around. However, the girl to the side clutched tighter to his hand, confused eyes moving from me to the other two women behind me. Sophia and Linda on the other hand shrunk from everyone's gazes, their smug from earlier gone as they turned on their heels.

“Girl, this is perfect. The universe just opened the door you’ve been waiting for. You’ve been talking about him for years. Now you can finally make your move.” I grinned. “Exactly. Can you imagine the look on his face when he sees me? Not the schoolgirl he barely noticed, but the woman I’ve become. Legs to kill for, body carved to perfection, face the magazines can’t get enough of. He won’t know what hit him.” Alicia chuckled. “And what about his wife? Word is, he’s married now.” I rolled my eyes, flipping my hair over one shoulder. “Please. Everyone knows that marriage is nothing but a business deal. Fake. A cover-up. I’m not worried about her.”

I put the anger away and tried on the dress, it was perfect. The worker came and and smiled. "Do you like it? It's perfect. I can't believe the measurements were this perfect. You don't even need any adjustments." The lady was just going on and on but all I could do was look at myself and think about the wedding that turned out to be a big sham. How could a perfect wedding end with a failed marriage?

“What reason?” “You were so desperate to get married to me, that you didn’t even read the terms of this marriage. You couldn’t even see what was right under your nose. All you’ve done for the amount of time we’ve been married is cook, and clean and repeat. You’re either buried in a pot of soup, or face down with some gardening.” “Daniel, what?” Naya gasped, her voice cracking. “You were so busy being the perfect housewife. This…” He gestured between himself and Chloe. “Has been going on for years, and under your nose and you had no idea. But I have a solution for you, don't worry.”

"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."

I let out all my frustrations at once, “This is not the life I want.” “You don't have to be a good wife. You're my only wife.” Daley looked at me calmly. “So you don't like Robert's wife?” “Yes, I hate her. She is a hypocritical woman.” “Me, too,” Daley said. “But her husband is my future partner, and it's best not to say you hate her in public.” “I know.” “See, how fast you learn.” “Daley, I don't like this life,” I sighed.