Pretty Wives Novels & Stories

When I walked out of the funeral home, the Perfect Wife app my boyfriend, Ryan Keller, developed popped up with its 99th penalty notification. [Perfect Wife Score: -3. Reason: Too many calls.] I opened the app. Three years' worth of deductions filled the screen. I lost a point for asking him to pick me up from work in the pouring rain. Apparently, that made me too dependent. Three more disappeared after a fight because I refused to admit I was wrong. According to the app, that made me dishonest. Then there were the ten points I lost because I once asked Mom to pretend she was sick for me. Apparently, that meant she had raised me badly. I scrolled through the list without feeling much o

She looked exactly like a good wife. It turned out everything had been made up. Every business trip had been fake. Maybe guilt had gotten to her, so she had used an even more obvious cover, trying to make me feel loved while making herself look like a good wife. Every dish served at the reception was expensive, but none of it tasted like anything to me. When it was time to make the rounds for the toast, they came to our table. Sinead looked a little awkward, and so did the friends around her. Still, they all played along well enough. One of Sinead's timid friends almost called me by name, but Sinead stopped her in time.

As if she hadn’t heard a thing, Krystal sat there, numbly on the bench. The longer her eyes traced the twins’ facial features, the more she couldn’t find any resemblance to her. Despite the simmering rage building in her chest, she had nowhere to let it out. The cries of hungry infants echoed through the hallway. Many nurses approached to check the situation, murmuring among themselves. “Why is the woman so heartless? Can’t she hear the babies?” “She’s dressed in designer. It’s not like she can’t afford formula.” “She is loaded. She just dropped 100k to fast-track the results. The lab is working overtime just for her.”

But little did she knew, that there is nothing like 'un-wife'. She brushed her teeth and then discarded the T-shirt in the laundry basket. Getting inside the shower she turned on the faucet and stood under it. 'They are very bad, I will tell them to un-wife me, I don't want to live with them, they don't need a wife but a toy because they like to push and pull, once I will have money I will buy barbie dolls for them so they can do whatever they want to do with her, either push or pull, they can even change her dress too instead of tearing it, but will they look good playing with a Barbie at such age? Why do I care? They hurt me.' she was angrily thinking about them while rubbing herself by a

“Adrian, I am really in pain. Please—” "You heard her name and now suddenly you are in agony." His voice dripped with contempt. "You are jealous and you are dramatic and I genuinely do not care. Do you want to know what a real woman looks like, Ava? Look at Vivian. She is intelligent. She is successful. She built something with her life. She walks into a room and people respect her." He tilted his head, his eyes moving over me with a disgusted expression. "And then there is you. A woman who knows nothing — nothing — beyond how to manipulate her way into a man's life and then stand around looking pitiful when it does not work out the way she planned."

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

When the woman's painting was almost finished, suddenly Nayya heard Leonal's and Vina's names being called so that she put her ears up properly. "So shameful. Why are humans becoming more and more shameless, madam! That woman named Pavina should be ashamed to announce her marriage to another man on the grounds of her pregnancy. Should such forbidden acts be spread? Do they think our society is like an outsider who doesn't matter? when you hear such a thing." Sara was very upset when she saw a piece of video shared by her I*******m friend. The video, which was written by a shameless woman, shows a confession of Vina who is pregnant with her lover's child with a happy face.

Laughter erupted between them, light and healing. Just then, August peeked his head in. “Ah, so you’re the one delaying her, Chisom.” “Ahh! Bro August, abeg o! My hand no dey inside.” Chisom raised her palms in mock surrender. She rose from the bed and dusted off her dress. “I should be going. It looks like Mr. Romantic wants to take his beautiful wife out. Let me not interfere.” “Love you, babe,” Emelia called after her. “Love you more!” Chisom blew her a kiss before leaving.

I insisted, heatedly “Oh, come off it, Charlotte!” Mathew sneered, “You can’t win this one, just accept it” “The earlier you do, the better” his wife added mockingly as she rubbed her flat belly for emphasis. “Unless you can get yourself pregnant with a boy or a ring on your ring and pregnant with a boy, you’re going nowhere” at the end of her words the couple let out a celebratory laugh with the others but it only made me even more angry.

Exelle "This is it," Jules proclaimed, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and determination. She summarized our detailed discussion about the renovation plans for the house, emphasizing our decision to transform it into an enchanting old Victorian style. It was as if she had captured my innermost desires and breathed life into them. This house, nestled in the serene countryside, would soon become a reflection of my personal taste and a testament to my love for the classic elegance of the past. But are you sure you want to go back to that house?" Milo suddenly asked.