The Good Wife Book Novels & Stories

Max said with a silent smile, "the Waltson family man, what kind of daughters-in-law have you married? Not single one is normal." "What's wrong with my sister-in-law? My third sister-in-law is smart and kind. My fourth sister-in-law is cheerful and talkative. Among women, they are the best." Max rubbed his eyebrows. The little girl still protects the nest. "Then tell me what novel your sister-in-law showed you." Amy got goose bumps after reading the title of the book. She couldn't tell Max Brother that it was the overbearing president who fell in love with an ordinary girl because it was too outrageous.

Which is why he entertained her every whim without complaint. Although their marriage was purely for business, and they wouldn’t be able to love each other or at least learn to, it still hurt him to know that his own wife was doing more with other men than with him. He was greatly aware of the difference in treatment. To them, she was like a nymph, but to him, she was more of an uptight boss or master and him, the personal, but unpaid servant. What made it worse was that she took those men to their marriage bed.

She said, followed by a silly smile. "I'm not interested in that dress. Don't even show it to me! And get that book out of here, I don't want-" Trish interrupted, "No! You should get that book. It will help you and Sir Trevor avoid fighting all the time. Plus, it will help you fulfill your role as a wife." "Tss, you talk a lot. Seems like you were married as you talked like that." She complained. "Of course, I am also getting ready so that in the future I can be a perfect wife."

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

"Five years after the marriage, the young woman was beginning to become a woman, even if she did not allow her husband to join her. Becoming a woman was out of all options, there was no possibility of her doing something so vile and distasteful against herself. Francesca spent so much time looking for a way not to bow to that vile family from which her husband came, the young woman refused to become a woman under the protection of that blood that had never done anything to help her family. Months passed, until finally, through an oversight of her mother's maids, the young woman found an old but still well-preserved book on the table in the library of the mansion. The book was there, carefull

But the more she tried the more insulted she felt. he has little to no interest, sex with her was a duty he didn't like to perform and they argued about it. Looking back she wishes she didn't end up with him, she was no longer Grace the maid but Grace the Luna but she still couldn't get her husband to love and honor her. She should have never let her mother talk her into entering his room and laying in his bed. Making them believe all those years ago that something happened between them. But she wasn't going to regret it now. She was leaving her best life. She got to be the Luna everyone respects her and is at her beck and call. washing her tears and touching up her make-up, she walked down

After, John walked Sharon to the washroom to freshen up. He came back and went to the parking to get her bag from the car. He pulled out the bag, and carried it back to their room. John removed most of the clothes in her back, and Just then he saw a book in it, hidden underneath her clothes. The cover got his attention, and he pulled it out. It was a book that teaches woman on how she can keep her home happy. Things she can do to please her husband, and how to be a good wife in marital homes.

Alina shook her head faintly. “No.” A pause. “I’m just no longer pretending it didn’t hurt.” Silence. Heavy. Then Lucien noticed something else. Ethan was watching from across the room. Waiting. Patient. Interested. Something dark moved instantly through Lucien’s expression again. Possessiveness. Sharp and immediate. “She’s still my wife,” he said suddenly. Alina looked at him for a long second. Then calmly replied, “Only on paper.” That answer hit him harder than expected. Because she said it without emotion.

“You dont fucking know that! I'm your wife. Im your fucking wife. I'm supposed to be your wife. I'm supposed to be your partner. I'm supposed to be there for you guys. But no. You guys didn't come to me. You guys didn't ask me for help. No. You push me away. You run away. You left me alone. And you came to your ex wife, and you guys kissed her. How does that make sense?” Shaking my head at them once more, I turn away from them for a moment before facing them once more. “You guys claim that I have made you guys strong. You guys claim that loving me has made you guys stronger. I think you guys are wrong. I think i was fucking wrong. Loving you guys has not made me stronger. It's made me the pa

A prelude from the whole act. Did every couple on earth really marry for love so they didn’t need any manual or guidebook? Maybe one day, I would write this down and the first ever manual book of how to be a good fake wife. They said business was about finding an opportunity, no? Might as well use this one. But the problem was, I needed to be good first, so I could tell others how to do the same. Yet the questions still remain with no answer.