روايات وقصص ضمن The Man's Perfect Wife

Someone even grabbed my handlebars and shouted, "Mr. Quinn! Ms. Pearce waited six whole years for you. Isn't your reaction a bit cold? Are you rushing off because you feel guilty facing the ex-wife who paid off all your debts?" "Enough!" Shirley stepped forward, her eyes turning teary as she looked at me with that devoted expression, her voice trembling. "Marcus, I came to take you home." My knuckles turned white gripping the handlebars, veins bulging on the back of my hand. The other delivery drivers around us had all stopped working, whispering amongst themselves, their eyes full of envy and jealousy. "Marcus is always so quiet, but his ex-wife is actually that loaded." "She's not just an

“You hide the bruises, but we can still see them, hermana. Everyone can.” “Stop it,” Mom whispers. “You should have left him years ago.” “I couldn’t.” Catalina laughs bitterly. “You mean you wouldn’t.” Silence drops heavy between them. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside. Then Mom’s voice comes, barely above a whisper. “Not everyone gets a perfect marriage like you, Catalina. With your perfect husband and your perfect children.” Catalina’s face changes, something sharp flickers through her expression. She leans forward slowly. “There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage,” she says. Her voice is calm now, too calm. “But my husband knows one thing.”

“He doesn’t deserve to be with you, Sandra.” As I heard what he said, my jaw tightened. He truly wanted Cassandra, and his actions could even be called the actions of a madman. I quickly stepped toward them. “You’re still trying to force my wife!?” I immediately grabbed his hand, pulling that insolent hand away from Cassandra and pushing Cillian back. This rough action surprised Cassandra, but that man clearly wasn’t someone who would listen to words alone. Without even looking at me, Cillian shouted, “Damn it! Who is your wife!”

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.

‘Am … Am I dreaming?’, Ellie asked, stuttering. ‘No, you are not darling. It’s your darling husband standing right in front of you. I have missed you a lot’, the unknown man said, smiling. The smile on the man’s face got Ellie scared, making her slump, lying lifeless on the floor. Seeing this, the man left but without saying, ‘We will meet again, darling wife’.

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

“My mother seemed to have missed you, but I have a wife now. My door is open, get out while I am asking nicely.” Sofia sighed, adding, “I saw your wife through the pictures your mother sent to me. You like that type of woman, no class, and no background?” Dalvin scowled at her. “So, you’re slandering my wife when you have just returned? I don’t want to be involved with you so get out.”

In her mind, no one was truly perfect in this world. The so-called perfect person should not eat or drink and be capable of doing everything. That was called true perfectionism. Only gods should be so perfect. Were they gods? Weren't they just like humans like everyone else? Yet they pretended to be perfectionists. Julien found her huffing look cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. It felt tender and good. "Radical, indeed," Julien echoed. As a model husband, he needed to support his wife.

That was only the perfect word she could come up with at the moment. “Honey, let's go.” The man arrived and called his wife. “Oh, you're back.” She took his hand and rose. “Enjoy the party sweetheart.” She said to Charlene before walking away. Charlene heard her husband asking her if she knew her but she replied with no. She told him she admired her beauty, it wasn't like they had met before. Charlene sighed loudly. “Hey beauty.” A young man walked over and took a seat around the table. Charlene was lost looking around for Richard. Could he be around? “Hey,” He snapped his fingers in her face and that brought Charlene back.

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.