Not Your Perfect Wife Anymore นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You always run away or make up excuses whenever we have an issue that needs to be trashed out. What has gotten into you? This isn't like you, you ain’t the Lena I married. The Lena I married would make sure we don't go to bed upset, she’d make sure we trash out whatever issues we might have, she makes sure there's always peace and harmony between us. But you... the person I'm seeing right now isn't her." I scoffed, stopping dead in my tracks and turning around to face him, our eyes locking in the dim light, as the air felt charged, like static before a storm. "Oh really? So now you’re gonna stand there and act like I'm the one with the problem, is that it? Okay then, since that's what we're

“ You irritate me” Alexander flinched. Good. “ For years,I tried to be the perfect wife for you,” She whispered. “ I tried to love you. To make this marriage work. But all along…”Her voice cracked. “ I was just an insignificant figure”. She turned to Christiana. “ You can have him. Both of you deserve each other”. Christiana smirked. “ Oh, don't worry I already know”.

Once again, Julian was at a loss for words. After a long pause, he finally managed to say, "We don’t have to argue. As long as you stop throwing tantrums, we can still—" "Still what?" I cut him off with a sneer. "Still play the part of the picture-perfect couple for everyone else? Let me make this clear, Julian Moore—I’m done being your wife. I’m not cut out for it, and I’m too tired to keep trying. I give up. Is that clear enough for you?"

"Grace. Stop. You need to stop digging because you're not going to like what you find." "Try me." She was already opening her laptop, fingers flying across the keyboard. "I've spent three years being the perfect wife. Accommodating. Understanding. Looking the other way when you came home at three in the morning smelling like someone else's perfume. I'm done being that woman. So whatever it is, I'd rather know now." I crossed to her, tried to close the laptop but she jerked it away. "Grace. I'm warning you. There are things in my life, in my business dealings, that you don't understand. That you don't want to understand."

I retorted. Why is it so hard to accept that it's over? " And you're just going to give up without even trying to fix it? " She raised an eyebrow. " Some things are beyond repair," I rolled my eyes. " Yes, but this isn't one of them. He's willing to try," she pointed. " Easy for you to say," I complained, "You have the perfect marriage!” " Perfect marriage," she scoffed, "Marianne, there is no such thing as the perfect marriage. There are two people constantly struggling to maintain a balanced relationship. Do you think I never wanted to divorce your father?”

“Is that how you speak to me now?” “I am not going to beg you to stay. If you want to go, it’s ok. You need space from me? Cool. What I know is that the contract you gave me, that’s not you. That’s not the woman I married. If you don’t communicate with me your feelings, you bleed on the wrong people. I don’t mind that we are using a surrogate. I don’t think you are less of a wife because of it. I don’t love you any less because of it. You can’t pay the woman helping us peanuts as if we are the ones doing her a favour. I will drop you off wherever you want to go and sleep at.” ***

"Not your business." Jared's eyes lit up with rage. He grabbed her chin, leaning in way too close. "Lucia." His voice dripped with venom. "Can't survive without a man, huh?" The insult should've burned—but she felt nothing. Cole jumped in, trying to defuse it. "No, it's not like that. Lucia and I—" She shut him down fast. "Yeah." Her smile was ice. "What can I say? My own husband couldn't get the job done. What was I supposed to do—die frustrated?"

“But believe me, I never knew you were his ex-wife. I remember how he used to complain bitterly and talk about wanting to make things right with you, but…” She trailed off, shrugging slightly. If she wants to apologize, is all of this really necessary? Natasha wondered, disappointment settling in as things began to unfold differently from what she had hoped. “You weren’t even a good wife to begin with.” Layla let out a soft chuckle.

A/P “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.” – Dave Meurer

"Frame her? I'm the one who grew up as Caspian's childhood sweetheart, and I should be his wife! "Astrid stole my happiness, so why does she get to own Caspian's love? "Just do exactly as I say and don't even think about defying me, or your mom won't make it past tonight!" Noah's jaw dropped in disbelief, and his eyes went wide with shock. "How could Erin do something like that?" Caspian's clenched fists trembled violently, and his expression turned terrifyingly dark. He suddenly recalled the disappointed, final words I had left right before I jumped.