The Man's Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

“Why don't you just tell me who you are?” I was irritated by the man, so I stood up and looked him in the eye. “Listen, I'm Ron Moore's wife. If you're planning something, I suggest you give it up!” “Ron's wife?” The man lifted his chin slightly, looked up at the ceiling, and repeated the title over and over again. “Ron Moore's wife. Interesting!” “You'd better let me go! If my husband finds out I'm gone, he'll search the whole city. Maybe he'll kill you!”

the young man noticed Alisha his frown was more than a frown it looked like a line, pleased with his mischief, he commented "She's a good wife. She is very beautiful, I was blessed with a real woman." Alisha felt so irritated by that disgusting way of praising a woman, true, she could have such beauty. But, she would be so ¿perfect? she hasn't met anyone in her life who doesn't make a mistake. That young man doesn't know what he's talking about, he's only tempted her wrath. So he cocked a smile.

TWO YEARS AND THREE MONTHS BACK “Benny proposed last night saying I was the only woman he could ever imagine as his wife. Can you tuck inagine? The fucker dared to say it to my face while fucking that Bitch-are you even listening? Hey! Rara!” I jolted forward when someone shook me by the shoulders.

If you only wanted her, then why did you even bother giving birth to me? Mom stood stunned, speechless. "When did we ever mistreat you? Both your dad and I treated both of you equally. And after we misunderstood Zora, we doted on you even more! What more could you possibly want?" "Why should I be satisfied?" Laila retorted. "So what if I had your love? She still had Simon. Why did she deserve an amazing man like him? Even without you two, she still had someone who loved her!" Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine!

There was a moment of silence as we simply stared into each other’s eyes. “You are a beautiful woman,” he complimented. “That’s my husband’s daily mantra. He repeats it every single time,” I said, chuckling. “You seem to love him a lot. Is he the violent or womanizing type?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Of course not. My husband is neither. He’s perfect,” I declared. “No one is perfect, Angela,” he countered. “We are all human.” “So, are you the flawed husband?” I asked.

"I don't discriminate. Don't you also accept me as I am? You accept me openly as your husband." "But, I'm a woman who doesn't deserve a perfect man like you. You're handsome, kind, and so perfect. But me, I'm not right for you," Violeth complained, feeling herself too inappropriate and too good to be a good man's wife. "But in my eyes, you are the perfect woman who never underestimates me and accepts me for who I am," Carver replied. "But forgive me for wasting my chastity on another man, I should have kept it for my husband. You should be the first to enjoy my chastity, but now you have an impure wife again..." Violeth's face was gloomy.

Some guests turned to themselves with weird faces. The woman seating before the woman in black hat looked back. Her eyes were only able to view her deep red lips. It had the exact colour of a bull's blood. "Sapphire Blac... I, take you to be my beloved wife. I will love you unconditionally and without hesitation, for it is your heart that moves me, your spirit that inspires me, your humor that delights me, and your hand, I want to hold for all of our days. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband.

"We have had so many people reach out to us regarding who this mysterious woman is who has taken that man -" She looks over to him lustfully as she eyes him up and down before looking back at me "- off the market. And still stayed in such a happy marriage. Tell us, what's your secret to such a happy marriage?" I felt my body tense and my heartbeat ring through my ears, my smile was plastered on my face so you couldn't see the breakages within me. The first question was already too much, I wanted to run and run fast. I looked over to Chase who had an evil look in his eye and I knew I had to do what he said. "Well, I mean no marriage is perfect right? And we don't strive for perfection. We str

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi