The Good Wife Book Novels & Stories

"That cake is for Ashton. Why did you take it without asking?" "Oh my, Mrs. Anggia. Everywhere, whatever belongs to a husband automatically becomes the wife's. If this cake is for Mr. Ashton, then it's no problem for me to taste it too. After all, I am his wife," Alice emphasized the word 'wife' directly in front of Anggia to make her realize not to keep trying to tempt her husband. "Besides, why are you so persistent in bothering another woman's husband? Mrs. Anggia, aren't you available or something?"

she said her eyes flashing again. “By the time this is over, maybe I will write a book huh? Everyone is always talking about how husbands punish and frustrate wives, well mine will be the exact opposite, marriage would no longer be a prison for women but men, just wait and see, I will make you popular,” she said beginning to smile again. “And now, if you will excuse me dear husband, I have to go plan some evil things to do to you, expect evil things to come” she whispered as she turned and walked away leaving him speechless.

He momentarily froze, seeing his wife on the bed, reading an erotic book while wearing only a lace dress that showed everything underneath. It was always like this; his manhood would stiffen at the mere sight of her. She smirked and put the book away, then gestured with her finger for him to come over. He did, and she grabbed the towel from his waist. It was exactly what he had in mind; his wife became bolder every day, and their relationship continued to bloom.

What kind of book is this? “Wow, it turns out that my wife has the courage to read a husband and wife guidebook,” said Alex, who had been standing in the doorway since who knows when and smiled meaningfully at Claire. Claire widened her eyes. Did Alex hear everything she said clearly? Claire immediately shook her head firmly. “No, he didn't. This book was given to me by my grandmother.” “Grandma?” repeated Alex. She stepped closer to Claire and hugged her from behind. Both hands were wrapped around her stomach.

Evelyn sat on the edge of the bed. “You've called me three times in twenty minutes.” “I had a reason.” “What happened?” There was a pause. Then the woman on the other end spoke. “I'm coming home in a few days.” Evelyn sat up. “What?” “You heard me. I'll be back in a few days.” “You said you weren't coming back yet.” “I changed my mind.” Evelyn stood. “Why?” The woman's voice became serious. “Because I just heard Damien Schrett is getting married.”

"If I say it—or your parents—no one buys it. They'll think we're covering for her and feel bad for you. But if it's you, they'll believe it." She got the logic. Didn't mean she liked it. She sneered. "I said—why would I?" She was the real daughter, but her parents picked Alice every time. She was the wife, but Jared's heart? Always Alice's. She lost everything—yet somehow Alice stayed the victim, shoving her out of her own life. Jared's expression turned cold. "Fine. I get it. You don't do favors for free." He tugged at his tie. "How about this—help Alice, and I'll finally do my husbandly duty."

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

"Poor thing, covered in blood, and not a single family member or husband in sight." No wonder he had not mourned the loss of our child. He already had a new baby on the way with another woman. The truth cut deeper than any blade, threatening to tear me apart. Seeing my dazed expression, William frowned and questioned me, "What's wrong with you? Aren't you happy about Emily's pregnancy?" Did my husband really expect me to smile and congratulate him and another woman on their child? Helen tugged at William's sleeve and whispered, "She had just lost her baby—"

Pastor Solomon asked his wife. "Some factors led to who I have become, my husband. I have told you some of them, but the major factor which I have not told you about is the poem I saw and read from the Bible, written by King Lemuel in the book of Proverbs 31:10-31, titled "A Wife of Noble Character." It goes like this: A wife of noble character who can find? She is worth far more than rubies. She brings him good, not harm, all the days of her life.

Advika felt happy that her husband agreed with her because this is her. **A handicapped wife of the richest billionaire of the country.** ********** ********** Let me know your thoughts about my book in the comment section. With Love, Author The Cloud.