Not Your Perfect Wife Anymore Novels & Stories

“Yes, Dear. Thank you for the soup when I had flu last week, and I am so sorry about your mother.” Amari nods and blinks back her tears. She has not spoken much about her mother. “Thank you. This is Nathan, my husband.” The old woman flashes me a warm smile. “Of course. I did not believe it when I saw it on the news last night.” I guess the whole world knows about our marriage now. “Hello Nathan. I must say, you look nothing like you did on television. You clean so well,” she continues, turning all her attention turning to me. I can’t help noticing that, Like Amari, she does not look disgusted by me.

My anger flared as I saw the other patrons looking at us in shock in the restaurant, as they heard Rowan publicly declare me as his wife. "Mr. Carson, why would you end my call like that? You promised to keep our marriage a secret because you have a true love. What right do you have to interfere in my own affairs?" I queried Rowan coldly, as I could not believe the partiality. He tells me that I am his wife on paper only and that I shouldn't broadcast that I am his wife—a trophy that any other woman would be proud to post and announce on her social media page. And yet, he snatched my phone and declined my potential suitor. Was that how I interfered with his relationship with Sage?

She looked wistful, as if picturing a romance pulled straight from the movies. I forced a smile, trying to share in their enthusiasm. "Yeah, it sounds... interesting." One of my colleagues, Clara, noticed my lack of enthusiasm. "What's wrong, Ava? Don't you like the idea?" I sighed, shaking my head slightly. "It's just... there are no perfect lovers in reality. It's a nice idea, but it's not realistic." The truth is, if someone did show up who checked off all those boxes, wouldn’t they were a fraud? I just thought but didn’t speak.

Startled to hear that, Xavia replied, “…Huh? Why not?” “Well… Sure, this place is luxurious, but after all that’s happened, I’ve learned that marriage isn’t all about perfection. To clarify, remember how I kept trying to push you away when my legs weren’t functioning? It was because I couldn’t accept the fact that you would have to live in an imperfect marriage. Had I not been so stubborn, then maybe things could’ve gone much smoother…” “Anyway, the flat that you bought me is honestly the true definition of what love should feel like… Not too grand, and full of thought and consideration… With that said, we’ll be continuing to live there from here on out.”

In eight weeks, I'll stand at an altar and promise to love, honor, and cherish a woman I barely know. The whiskey burns, but not enough to numb the growing certainty that I'm making the biggest mistake of my life. My phone buzzes with a text from Sophia: "Thank you for a perfect evening. Can't wait to be your wife!" Perfect. There's that word again.

Third Person's POV The mirror reflected a woman who looked perfect. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect smile. And yet Miley Perez hated the person staring back at her. She sat at the vanity table in her apartment bedroom, gripping a lipstick tube so tightly her fingers hurt. Perfect. The word had followed Astrid Woods her entire life. Perfect daughter. Perfect heiress. Perfect friend. Even perfect fiancée. Miley let out a bitter laugh. “Perfect,” she muttered. The word tasted like poison.

“Your perfect little wife has been playing you for a fool.” I bristled, the irritation rushing to the surface, masking the small flicker of fear that her words ignited. “Izzy… I don’t have time for this,” I said sharply, trying to push her away with words, to maintain the small shred of normalcy I had left. I reached for one of the scattered papers, attempting to organize the chaos she’d created. “Eleanora would never do anything to hurt me.”

I took a few steps back to keep my distance and said calmly, "I already set up a scheduled email. If I don't cancel it by three in the evening, that recording will be sent to the Mercy Hospital for Women's official site, every major gossip social account, and Jacob." "Charles, why are you doing this to me?!" she cried. "I told you, there's nothing between Isaac and me. I never betrayed you... How long are you going to keep making a scene?" "A scene? Lauren, after everything that's happened, you still think I'm making a fuss over your affair? Is Hannah's life worth so little to you? "Let me tell you something... I'm divorcing you because I refuse to live with a monster who only cares about ro

“You threw away everything because you cared more about other people’s opinions than—” “Than what? Than you?” I laugh but there’s no humor in it. “You’re the one who made decisions about our marriage without consulting me. Who decided what I needed and wanted without bothering to ask. Who controlled every aspect of our lives down to what charity events I attended and what committees I served on.” “That’s not fair—” “Isn’t it? You made me into the perfect corporate wife and then acted surprised when I didn’t want to play that role anymore.” “I never asked you to be anything except yourself—”

"We both the truth. You were a convenient distraction to Alan. You know he never loved you. He married you because of Mom so that he could get his inheritance." Elena's voice rose, "Oh really? You know, I think you should go find yourself a man than meddling in other people's marriage affairs. You can't stay away from Alan because you can't make it on your own." Leah's voice dripped with venom, "At least I'm not a barren, useless wife like you." Elena's hand rose and fell in rapid succession, her palms striking Leah's cheek with a loud crack, once, twice three times leaving Leah's face red and stinging.