Not Your Perfect Wife Anymore Novelas e Histórias

Because she is not Groddy's ex-wife, and is not a woman who sold her body to gain recognition as the lover of a vineyard owner named Groddy. She is a queen who has found perfect love, since Groddy still has a very difficult life in Switzerland. "Sehrize, you are a woman who will never be my ex-wife through out my life.You are my queen."Whispered Groddy while giving a small bite to his lover's ear.

He never said those three words to me. Not when we got married or when I gave birth to noah not after in the years that had passed or when we slept together . He held himself back through the entire duration of our marriage . We were married but he refused to let go of his ex The love of his life.The woman he has refused to let go for ten long years. Tears fill my eyes but I quickly rub it away.I was tired of crying Tired of chasing after a man that didn't want me. Has anyone ever told you it's rude listen to other people's conversations?

My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself! Oh my God! Oh my God! I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!! Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

In the confines of the car, Vivienne finally dropped her mask of innocence. "Isolde, why are you doing all this?" She swirled the Bloody Mary in her hand, her eyes full of mockery. "A guilty conscience? Or is there some other reason?" "Because it's what you've always dreamed of, isn't it?" I leaned against the car window. "My husband, my power, my wealth... Vivienne, you've won." "Hmph." She sneered. "Don't think this will make me grateful. You're the one who ruined my human life."

"Who goes to these events without a spouse?" I snapped, "And what about the past few years? Because I was stuck caring for your mother, I never had a chance to go anywhere with you. No one even knows I’m your wife! You didn’t need a spouse back then, so why suddenly now?" At the mention of his mother, something in him snapped. His face twisted with irritation. "Yes, you took care of her, and I’m grateful. But haven’t I provided for you all these years? Food, clothes, shelter… have I ever shorted you? Stop throwing my mother in my face every time you’re unhappy. I don’t owe you."

Beckett snapped, as if reliving a past where he had never been free to live his own life, bound only by obligations. Shofia fumed at having to be reminded of the woman who once married her husband. She felt like the second woman, the one who was never truly chosen. Beckett had never married her until Vivian died. He had always promised to make her happy, but he always failed, because Dominic constantly stood in his way, ruining Beckett’s business and his career. Only after Vivian’s death, with Win’s company renamed into Brown, did Shofia feel some measure of happiness. But even that was never truly theirs, because Vivian had merely entrusted it, to eventually become Laura’s inheritance.

Stroking the hand perched on her shoulder, she said, “I'm so lucky. My husband is the best man in the world." Frank leaned down, giving Kara a kiss on the forehead. "A perfect wife must have the best husband." The curve of Kara's lips turned sour. Guilt weighed on her heart. “I'm not perfect, Frank.” “I never see your flaws.” Frank pursed his lips in protest. “That's because we are newlyweds. In five years or ten years, your thinking will definitely change. You can judge me more objectively after your love for me fades." Frank shook his head quickly. “I plan to love you for the rest of my life, Kara Harper. Five or ten years are too short to consider you perfect. I want forever.”

“Why don’t you ask your wife? She should be able to say a thing or two…” “I’m asking you,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. That annoying smirk of his grew wider. “You always were the perfect one, weren’t you? Perfect grades, perfect colleges, perfect businesses. And now, the perfect little wife.” I frowned, confused. “What does that have to do with anything?” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “You can’t have it all, brother. And you know what’s sad? You don’t even know how to handle her.”

Through a crack in the door of the shop, I could see them holding each other in their wedding clothes. They really looked like a perfect, sweet couple. On the day of our anniversary, the system’s voice rang out again. “Host, you have 24 hours remaining until departure from this world.” The system gave me the countdown first thing in the morning. David had spent so long provoking me in small ways. Finally, he could no longer hold back. He dropped all pretenses. “Hugh, are you shameless? You’ve known about us for a while now, haven’t you? Tell me, on such an important day, who do you think she’ll choose? Me or you?”

Carolina asked, leaning against the counter. I bit my lower lip, exhaling softly. “Not really. After everything that had happened, I just feel like I shouldn’t anymore.” I glanced down at my manicured nails, idly fiddling with them. “I’m happy with Nathan. And you guys… you’re my family.” The word felt foreign in my mouth. I forced myself not to dwell on how much I craved its meaning. Carolina folded her arms, studying me carefully. “Martha, you can’t just let this go.”