Not Your Perfect Wife Anymore Novels & Stories

"Adoring your wife doesn't mean you can control yourself. He got involved with his wife's own sister, and even admitted in front of the media that the baby Stephanie's carrying is his. You never really know someone, no matter how well you think you do." "Well, serves him right! I heard he was depressed for a long time and even saw a therapist. Judging by how he looks now, I doubt it did any good." Luke downed a shot of strong whiskey, barely managing to push down the bitterness and emptiness in his chest. He had already scoped the room when he arrived. Most of the guests were people he had investigated before, and the few he had just tested hadn't given him the results he wanted. Attending t

Her voice was light and playful because it had to be. Ethan laughed, leaving a kiss on her temple. "Of course, love. You just need more sleep." But sleep wasn't the problem. Reality was. The house, the life, the husband-it was all too perfect. And perfection, she was starting to realize, was its kind of prison. --- The scent of freshly ground coffee and toasted bread filled the kitchen, blending with the crisp morning air. Ethan sat at the breakfast table, reading the newspaper as he always did, a portrait of effortless domesticity. A plate of eggs and fruit waited for Lena, prepared exactly as she liked.

I'll just give Zora a larger share of the inheritance so she won't have to worry about anything for the rest of her life. Mom looked torn, opening and closing her mouth before finally letting out a heavy sigh. "Forget it. You deal with whatever's going on between you all on your own. I can't do this anymore." Hovering above them, I listened to their conversation and laughed through my tears. Of course, Laila would stop at nothing to steal anything or anyone I once cared about. Bit by bit, she took my spot in Simon's heart, just to replace me right at this moment.

And now she sat here, playing innocent, while he tried to sell us as the happy couple who just needed a break. I glanced at Blair and Noah. She’d already stolen their affection. My son clung to her. My husband looked at her like she hung the damn moon. She wasn’t just invading my life. She was replacing me. Bit by bit. And the worst part? She was winning. “I’m not staying another night,” I said finally. “Either we go home today, or—” “Lucy,” Tom interrupted. “Please. Don’t do this here.” People had started to notice. A woman at the next table leaned toward her husband, whispering something behind her hand.

"If it matters so much, pay attention!" "I am human!" Sienna shouted. "I am not a robot! I was thinking about Marcus, okay? I was thinking about the fact that he's seeing someone else, and I missed my chance, and I'm going to be alone forever while you sit in your penthouse with your perfect husband and your two babies!" "Perfect?" Aria laughed hysterically. "My husband is illegitimate! We're broke! I'm bleeding! What part of this is perfect?" "You have love!" Sienna yelled. "You have people who stay!"

“You don't need to work! You can keep on being the perfect wife you have always been! Why can't you just do that?” Lucas West yelled at his wife. He was fuming as he stared at her in anger. Aria, his wife, remained unmoved. This is not the first time she has been yelled at by her beloved spouse. His new attitude just started recently and Aria wondered what was behind it. He was now returning home late at night, and the sight of her seemed to disgust him. What was once a perfect family was now crushing slowly.

"I'm the Lambert heir. You're a self-made nobody from a town nobody's heard of. No money. No status. No connections. We were never supposed to happen. "This is the best outcome you could've had. I still love you. I still play the role of the perfect wife. Why can't you stop making things difficult and try to understand me for once?" Perfect wife? I stared at her. For a lie, she'd made me give up a senior executive position in Seavora. For a lie, she'd kept me trapped in a small town for seven years. That was her idea of being a perfect wife? Letting people laugh at me.

Anonymous pov The fallout of what was once considered a "perfect" marriage in the public eye was swift, it was fast, and it was brutal. It didn’t matter that Shane and Isla hadn't filed for divorce just yet; the damage was already done. The whispers behind Isla’s back were impossible to ignore. Every time she walked down the street, she could feel the weight of the side-eyes, the looks of disgust that followed her wherever she went. People who used to smile at her now turned their faces away as if she had some contagious disease. There was no pretending anymore. Her life, the life she had worked so hard to build, was no longer hers.

" Rachel advises no less long, she wants to destroy Leno's expectations of the man's dream woman. "Instead of being busy looking for the perfect woman, you better improve yourself. For you will not necessarily be the perfect husband for your wife in the future." Leno immediately silenced, he lost badly. Rachel's sharp speech pierces into the recesses of her heart, deep and sharp. Rachel manages to open Leno's point of view which has been too focused on female perfection, but he realizes that he herself is not necessarily perfect. What does Leno have up to demanding his woman be perfect?