The Good Wife Novel Novels & Stories

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.

How he stood up for her made her feel cared for, and she started to wonder if truly, there were some people who treated their wives much more better than her husband did. Natalia used to agree with Noah when he said that women should not talk so much, and not especially when their husband was there to speak for them, as it portrayed terrible manners. She believed him when he said that and started to keep quiet around company when she was with Noah, and often, Noah would use the opportunity to alter some things about her.

"I'm here. It's okay." She kept a close eye on my moods, like I might fall apart at any second, and still handled the baby on her own. Just like she said, she was a good wife. A good mother. Maybe she was too good. Maybe that was why I chose the slow kind of pills. I thought I could fade out instead of ending it all at once. The next morning, a loud crash downstairs pulled me out of sleep. I went down and stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

It will hurt them more. That why I chose to be misunderstood as someone who has a heart that is hard as stone. That’s why now, I am bothered by the look on face of Jana. I may not experience romantic love but I earn lots of love from my friends and ex-friends. "Penny for your thought my wife?" My husband ask me. My husband. Until now I can't believe that I am Mrs. Ottave now. "Jana." I only answered. He heaved a sigh "Hon please, stop thinking about her okay?"

Maria, the girl is pregnant, and pregnant women are fragile," Vivian said for everyone to walk into the castle-like mansion. Immediately they got in, Arrya couldn't help but gasp at the interior well-furnished design of the mansion. It's the Willington she said inwardly as she followed her husband who suddenly became quiet after his grandmother scolded him. They all enter a big room or she'll say study room as it is full of bookshelves that have arranged books on them. William went to sit at the office chair across the table while the rest sat on the cushion. "Baby, are you alright?" Arrya asks her husband who helps her sit before sitting down.

Instead, she will harness her experiences to navigate the challenges ahead, knowing that within her lies the resilience to weather any storm and emerge stronger on the other side. As Nora contemplates the potential pros and cons of marrying Terry Nashville, her heart becomes entangled with conflicting emotions. She acknowledges that she harbors undeniable feelings for him, which have grown from the very first moment they laid eyes on each other. Yet, she also recognizes the stark reality of their contrasting social positions. The notion of a relationship between a wealthy man and a humble maid feels forbidden, almost impossible in her mind. Society has painted a clear divide between their wo

Well, it's great; I have a good wife who wants to step back and listen to me; she is so kind and really stingy ~~~. Of course, I won't say I had a good manipulation technique and manipulated my wife with a lot of reasoning, because it was not the way gentle men do things. And women are always right; don’t argue with them, Happy wife is happy life. I don’t want to open the path to my own misery; I am a good guy.

“Wait—is that white truffle?!” She grabbed the pasta plate like a child claiming a favorite toy. Nicholas smirked. “Special food for a special day. You can record everything, you know. Post it. Show the world you’re the beloved wife of Nicholas Anthony.” Rachel rolled her eyes. “You’re not going to say that a third time, right?” “I’m just trying to be a good husband,” he said with a casual shrug. “Then be a good one!” she retorted. Nicholas tilted his head, curious. “How? How does one become a good husband?”

“My beloved wife wasn’t the best student either. She had bad grades throughout college, but she excelled in literature and became a novelist.” Cassandra’s eyes flicked up to the older man, wondering why he was so accepting. “Could you lend me some of her books?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady. She discreetly wiped at the tears, threatening to fall, hoping no one noticed.

I could tell he wasn’t pretending, he actually cared, “Be a good wife even if he doesn’t want it. Just be a good wife, then the goddess might bless us all with good fortune…..the heavens know we need it.” Be a good wife. I knew how to do that. I was used to manual labor. I was the slave back home, hence I knew how to cook, how to clean, I could make a good living as a scurry maid also. This was my new life now. The people hated me, my family hated me, my mate hated me. The least I could do was keep my head down and be a good wife….that i was capable of. Tanner would still hate me, but I could make his life a whole lot easier.