Taking A Perfect Husband Home Novels & Stories

Why does he even have our wedding photo in his wallet? "Are we okay now? Can I talk to her in peace now?" he said calmly. Ij and confidence looked at each other for a while contemplating what to do next. They both gave a quick glance towards me before looking at Travis. "You may be her husband but Estonia said she doesn't want to come with you." Then they position themselves as if they were ready to fight. Travis was clearly losing his patience and now frustrated by the situation, I was quite glad that these two ladies were ready to fight for me. looked at Travis and he was staring directly at me before saying something

“You hide the bruises, but we can still see them, hermana. Everyone can.” “Stop it,” Mom whispers. “You should have left him years ago.” “I couldn’t.” Catalina laughs bitterly. “You mean you wouldn’t.” Silence drops heavy between them. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside. Then Mom’s voice comes, barely above a whisper. “Not everyone gets a perfect marriage like you, Catalina. With your perfect husband and your perfect children.” Catalina’s face changes, something sharp flickers through her expression. She leans forward slowly. “There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage,” she says. Her voice is calm now, too calm. “But my husband knows one thing.”

I grabbed the edge of the desk to steady myself. “Oh my God…” I whispered shakily. My husband was masturbating to pictures of his brother’s wife.

"Take a good look at what you call 'hard work'! You worked so hard typing up a report about your marriage to another woman! "You were the one who got down on your knees in front of me back then and promised me you'd give Linny happiness! That was the only reason I agreed to let you follow the common-law marriage system! And yet, what did you do in the end?" I was bewildered to hear that James had once begged Dad for my hand in marriage. James crawled over to Dad on his hands and knees. "Mr. Chalder! Please, Mr. Chalder! This is all a misunderstanding!"

[Adam's POV] "Come on, husband," she said, and the word —husband — hit me like a wave, warm and overwhelming and almost unbearable in its rightness. She grabbed my hand and pulled me down the aisle, and I followed her, and the congregation parted for us like we were something rare and precious, and the stained glass light painted us in colors that had no names. The reception was in a garden.

He looks at the roof for quite a long time- as if mesmerized by its unparalleled beauty. Mark was busy taking out; his wife’s clothes from the duffel bag and placing them inside the drawer when he realized that his wife was not yapping her mouth beside him. He immediately put the last piece of; clothing- inside the; drawer. Then begun to; look for the presence- of his wife. When Mark was able to locate his wife, he went near her and sat beside her.

His father has been trying to get him to marry the prime minister's daughter for so long. Alexander's mom rushed out to meet her husband after assuring Ayla that she'd come and see her soon. It was just Alex, Ayla, and Devon left. Devon stood up and with a smiley face, he said "You are officially welcome to the family, sister-in-law".

Although every day sometimes there are small debates that occur between the two of them. Married life is like this. It's really fun to be with someone so right, even though no couple is perfect but at least they try to complement each other to touch the word perfect. Although sometimes he still feels that he is not a perfect husband, at least he always tries to make his wife happy. By the promise, he made to his wife's parents. "Why are you daydreaming?" Reya asked flatly, she didn't know what her husband was thinking so the man just kept quiet while smiling to himself.

My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself! Oh my God! Oh my God! I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!! Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

I want him to take a long and good look at me so whenever he closes his eyes, he'll see no one else but me. I don't even know where I'm getting these ideas from. I just want him to be the one to love me like I never imagined. He'll treat me better and I'll have zero worries. It's gonna be a perfect marriage. The husband madly loves his wife and would do anything for her and her baby while the wife enjoys the attention and won't return the love. Yippee!.. I was finally done and withdrew my hands from his collar. "How do I look? S*xy, right?" He asked winking at me.