Taking A Perfect Husband Home Novels & Stories

Down below, a couple walked hand in hand, laughing as if the world couldn’t touch them. Andrea’s throat tightened. “I used to laugh like that,” she muttered, swirling the wine in her glass. “Didn’t I?” She stood up, the chair sliding against the floor with a screech louder than she intended. She walked toward the window and pressed her palm against the glass, her reflection staring back at her. Smooth hair. Impeccable skin. Classy outfit. Perfect posture. A perfect wife. But her eyes—her eyes looked tired. Lonely.

"Listen to me. For five years, I've been looking for you everywhere. I put in a lot of effort, money, and thought just to meet you. I even lowered my pride and almost went crazy asking a disabled man like you to be my husband. So, shut up and do what I say." Deric pulled the corners of his lips upwards. When he turned to his three brothers, he received an unusual look of hatred. "Very well, Miss. But I'll do it if you'll accept the conditions I put forward."

She walked into their room… her room, and began to throw her clothes and jewelry into her bag. Would she even need them anymore? Was there even any need to pack clothes she wasn't going to wear ever again? “Leave the jewelry… that's the tradition. The new wife gets them, you know,” Alfred said, leaning on the doorpost. “But these were bought with my money. They are mine.” “Our money… Mary. When we got married, we became one, which means your money became mine and mine became yours. So you bought them with our money, and my new wife gets them now.”

A passing nurse watched them go, envy written all over her face. "This man is way too good to his wife! We're on the sixteenth floor, and he didn't even wait for the elevator. He just ran down the stairs carrying her! When will I ever meet a husband like that?" "Good husbands aren't easy to find. Look at that other pregnant woman over there. She's so pale, and her husband isn't even with her. Poor thing... wait, what's happening? Someone call for help! A pregnant woman just fainted in the hallway!"

She was the perfect wife to spend a lifetime with. Such an adorable Oedipus complex. Mr. Marcus was conflicted and gave a heartfelt lesson, "Son, let me tell you. Don't find a wife like your mom. See how your dad can touch but not taste, learn from this pain and find a naive girl. You can bully her as much as you want, mold her to your liking. That's true perfection, got it?" "Dad, isn't a wife someone you're supposed to cherish?" Henry propped up his chin, his eyes shining brightly, very curious. Who marries someone just to bully them? Is his family an exception?

"He was injured by a bomb while serving in Afghanistan. You... you're the Anderson heiress, yet you chose him without hesitation. It's the greatest blessing our family could ask for." I squeezed her hand gently. "He's my husband. No matter what he looks like, I will never see him as anything less." After escorting Elena back to her room, I found Robert standing by the floor-to-ceiling window. Dressed in a sleek black robe, his tall frame exuded an effortless elegance. Even with half his face concealed behind that familiar mask, his aristocratic presence was undeniable. As I approached, he reached out and took my hand. "I heard what you told my mother just now," he murmured. "Do you truly not

He was saying everything I wanted to hear. I tried to convince him that I was the perfect match for him and his wife. “You know, I match all your qualities. I come from a very good home, a very beautiful background. I’ve never been pregnant before. I meet all your needs. Just give me this chance. You know that your wife doesn’t really have a say in it, although she does. But you as the man can change that,” I pressed. He shook his head and sighed. “Fine. I’m going to give it a little thought, but I really didn’t appreciate you going up to my wife, you know. You could have simply phoned me,” he said, and I laughed out loud.

"There is another way to keep your husband, this is mostly used when you go out together to parties, meetings, or any gatherings with many people. Normally, in such gatherings, wives are not to disgrace their husbands. Husbands tend to hate wives who disgrace them in front of their friends, business partners, or relatives, so to be a perfect wife, you have to know how to be perfect in front of other people. You have to know how to keep your perfect smile, wave a little when interacting with others, and speak smartly." "Again, after knowing how to keep the husband proud in front of other people at home, you have to know how to cook and take care of your husband, show your husband that you hav

After we remarry, I become the gentle, understanding, and perfect wife Christian Falkner always wants. I no longer stop him from spending time with other women or lose my temper when he forgets our anniversaries. Even when I see him sharing an intimate embrace with Sheryl Jensen on TV, I simply turn it off and pretend I see nothing. Christian thinks I've finally become more sensible. He even promises to bid on a priceless diamond necklace from a royal collection as a reward for me. But Christian doesn't know that I quietly cancel my residency in Seronia, erase every trace of myself, and board a flight to Evinor. I'm leaving Seronia and walking away from him for good.

“You both aren’t here yet, and she’s panicking.” I exhaled slowly. “Tell her to relax. I’m not backing out of the marriage.” “I know that,” he said with a soft huff. “She just wants everything perfect. The way you like it.” Of course she did. Everyone always did. And yet— Perfection never really meant anything to me. “Brother,” my tone hardened slightly, “I don’t want any drama. Keep it simple.” “I don’t even know what she’s planning,” he laughed lightly. “She hasn’t let me out of bed long enough to check.”