Novel & Cerita Not Your Perfect Wife Anymore

“Why am I telling you anything?” “She’s so good and you know it. Why don’t you go figure it out yourself.” “I will. I will figure it out. But it hurts me to—” “But it bothers me to see you in such condition. I hate to know this. I hate to see you disappointed. Hate to know this is it.” She snaps again. “Just go, alright? Get out of our life. Leave us alone. We were perfect before you came. Your husband is gay. He’s stupid. And you? What have you done to be any better than me?”

She ignored his dejection and repeated herself in the same icy voice, further nailing that to her, he'd always been a replacement for someone else. When he tried to protest again, she had the guards drag him out of the hall. Not long after, my screen lit up with a call from a number I knew by heart. I instantly pressed the bright red button, ending it. However, my phone rang once more with a call from the same number. My lips twisted into a frustrated frown as I blocked her number. Anya's refusal to get married swiftly became the hottest topic of the day. Several netizens accused her of being a scumbag for humiliating John at such a critical moment.

I am done with married women. The End

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

with their mating. And then his new wife just had to ruin it. "Are you freakn' purring?"

The blogs carried the news……newspapers, journals, influencers, they all hosted one title. “Billionaire wife in a vegetable state after an accident due to illicit affairs” It was captioned in block letters, so huge to ignore. Alfred did not hide his emotions during conferences and guest shows. “I still can't wrap my head around her affair and why she would do that. I was everything she ever needed in a man” he would say, one hand placed on his forehead and his eyes darkened with sorrow.

Hands that had mended countless wounds, eased countless pains. Hands that he was willing to break to cure someone else. Mrs. Finch stirred in her sleep, murmuring something about her husband. I moved automatically, checking her vitals, adjusting her pillow, doing what I'd been trained to do. But inside, something that had been cracking for thirteen months finally shattered completely. I was done waiting for crumbs from a man who'd already decided what I was worth. Done being the understanding wife and pretending this half-life was enough. My phone buzzed. A text from Matthew: *Working late tonight. Don't wait up.*

Adrian almost whined, focusing his attention on me, “Why is he touching you? You're mine now.” “I never belonged to anyone and I still don't belong to no one. So you can please stop calling me your wife, I'm not married to you.” I said sternly. Adrian smiled slowly, approaching me, “What more do you need? I got you flowers, your favorite chocolate…” “Which I don't eat anymore.” I stated firmly.

she insisted before turning her back on us. I didn't have any choice but to go back to my seat. I wanted to protest when Adam suddenly stood up and went to a beautiful woman who was drinking alone at the bar. I crossed my arms on my chest when we were finally alone. We were both silent and no one dares to break the silence. I'm still mad at him for giving his calling card to that woman. How can he shamelessly flirt with another woman while his wife is just around the corner? Seriously Tonia? Wife? Really?

He doesn’t want to sleep together- with Mark since who knows what might happen to him if he stayed in the same room with the perverted b*st*rd. “Didn’t you say earlier that you like this room? How come you want to go back to the room that my son arranged for you. Is it because this son of mine forced you to stay there?” Mark’s mother retorted. She then pointed at Mark with a sulky look on her face. “And you dear son, you’re already married; you should not only think about what might suit your taste but, you should now put into consideration the likes and dislikes of your wife. Talk with your wife; about the new design- of this room. After all, both of you are now going to be sleeping togethe