The Good Wife Book の小説・ストーリー

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

She had wondered privately if the stink of the city alone could coerce her to follow her husband’s command to stay indoors, though she considered it highly unlikely. As she had paused to examine the books lining the shelves, the faint beginnings of her good humour had fled. The titles on the spines leered down at her, the jagged lettering contriving rotten faces of their own. Woman and Sin, they read. The Keeping of a Good Wife. Accomplishments Acceptable in the Female Gender.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Just enough. Elena pushed the contract towards him. “My mother first.” “Tonight,” he said. “And I’m not your toy.” His gaze lifted to hers. Dark. Steady. Close enough now that she could see a faint scar cutting through one eyebrow. “No,” he said. “You’re my wife.” The word hit harder than it should have. Wife. Her pulse stumbled. Adrian held out his hand, then paused. “May I?” The question was quiet. Almost private.

She reached into her clutch and pulled out a small, leather-bound book—cream-colored, the title embossed in soft gold script—The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. She extended it toward me with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “You should read it,” she said simply. “Memorize the key chapters, practice the rest. It’s a useful guide. All Kingston wives have studied it. Including me.” I didn’t move, just stared at the damn, thick book.

It cares about public degradation. On Friday morning, I am going to march into that courthouse and show my runaway wife exactly what happens when she tries to burn down my kingdom to build a life with a laborer. I will take her career, her status, and whatever dignity she thinks she has left, and I will leave her with absolutely nothing. _____

“The hotel has been successful for several decades. I wouldn’t change anything if you want it to remain successful.” She took another bite of her bruschetta. She seemed a lot calmer around me, probably because I’d done her a huge favor without her even having to ask me. I’d proven my worth to her, and now she realized how useful I could be. I could be really useful in the bedroom too…which she already knew. “Is your mother going to give you away?” I couldn’t wait to see her in her wedding dress, to see how beautiful she was as she glided toward me because I wanted the world to be envious of me, to watch the most stunning woman in the world agree to be my wife.

she said. "But, you shouldn't give him money just like that. That money will not last for long,.. he will just misuse it and spend it in some days, "I advised. "I told you, I never use even a single penny, worthlessly. You saw only him but I saw..., I saw his wife..., pregnant and sick.... inside that door, looking so pitifully to us. I looked at his house, a good person never robs but the hungry stomach and his necessities makes him to that and when the situation is worse h could do more than that. He was in his starting phase to become bad guy. I just stopped him from walking on that path. And I cannot let a pregnant woman to feel that her husband robbed for her vitamins, and iron pills,

The first page wrote, I dedicate this book to all women out there who love their husbands with all their heart but it's one sided. To all women who love their husbands but their Mother-in-law is the villain in their love story. To all strong, beautiful women who feel like they are not enough due to all the suffering and maltreatment. I promise you, you're enough and deserve the best thing in the world. Lastly, I dedicate this book to Nathaniel King for giving me the strength to leave for better. And how can we forget the one and only Mrs Rhonda King? This is a CLAP BACK for all the embarrassment and humiliation you have given to me, during and after my marriage.