The Man's Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

Wiping away her tears, Hilda proceeded, "I believe each and every one of you are curious about who my husband is and are wondering whether it's true that he is an old and unattractive coal boss. Right now, I can tell you that my husband is a young and handsome man. He is also the kindest and best man I have ever met in my life! He is at the scene today, but I couldn't announce his identity because I don't think I deserve it!" She doesn't deserve him? Everyone was puzzled. The champion of the institution's Miss Misty Pageant, the most excellent belle in the whole city, is not worthy? Is her husband that powerful? Upon hearing that, Nathan knitted his brows. But he heard Hilda continue to say,

Chapter Three — Drew Jacob's Wife He wasn’t, in fact, dying to meet me like my parents made me believe That realization didn’t come on my wedding day because that day was perfect , It came as I became his wife , Actually living with him was hell . I had been married to Drew Jacobs for two years, and in those two years, I learned that a marriage could exist without love, affection , or kindness and still look perfect to everyone watching from the outside, We just had to play our paths perfectly.

"Well, I had nothing when I met her. Through all the ups and downs over the years, she held my hand and never let go. She deserves all the love!" "Gosh! Why can't I get such a good husband? Dad! Why is everyone else's husband perfect but mine? Look at this book! This woman killed three people, yet her six-foot-tall, eight-pack, deep-voiced, sharp-eyed, ready-to-kill-anyone-for-her husband worships the ground she walks on. But why did I get that—" "Travis is 6'2", has eight packs, doesn't like tattoos, but if you want, he might consider one. And obviously, he’d kill anyone who touches you. Don't you know that?"

We are created to love and be loved, and I believe we can all agree that love is the most fantastic and indescribable emotion known to mankind. Isla was the happiest woman when she married Zero Cohen a few years ago. Zero is a caring, loving, and thoughtful husband. But was he said before was true. He isn’t perfect. They have a happy married life, but it’s not always rainbows and happiness. They argue. They fight. They have misunderstandings. But Zero’s always ensured they won’t sleep until they made up. Zero isn’t perfect, but he always tries to be one. He was the kind of husband that every woman’s dreamed of. And she was lucky to be his wife.

"Enough, Anson! Yes, I was jealous of Kim. How does some hick from the sticks get to be your wife while I, with my prestigious degree and overseas education, have to stay by your side as nothing more than a housekeeper? "Who do you think I did everything I did for? It's because I like you—no, I love you! Anson, can you stop obsessing over some nobody? Didn't you say you wanted to live a quiet life with just you and me? Well, now you've got it. No one's ever going to come between us again! "Anson, just help me one last time. Help my family get through this crisis, and I'll do whatever you say from now—"

A passing nurse watched them go, envy written all over her face. "This man is way too good to his wife! We're on the sixteenth floor, and he didn't even wait for the elevator. He just ran down the stairs carrying her! When will I ever meet a husband like that?" "Good husbands aren't easy to find. Look at that other pregnant woman over there. She's so pale, and her husband isn't even with her. Poor thing... wait, what's happening? Someone call for help! A pregnant woman just fainted in the hallway!"

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

“You can’t hide the truth forever, Martha. I’ll figure it out, and when I do, you won’t like the outcome.” With that, she strutted out of the house. The door clicked shut behind her, and I rolled my eyes at her empty threat. Still, the unease lingered. I sank into the couch lost in my thoughts for a while. The door to the laundry creaked open distracted me and I turned towards it to see, Carolina as she came out, her steps hurried as she approached me. “Is that Peter’s wife?” she asked, curiosity written all over her face. I nodded. “Yes, that’s her.”

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

When I walked out of the funeral home, the Perfect Wife app my boyfriend, Ryan Keller, developed popped up with its 99th penalty notification. [Perfect Wife Score: -3. Reason: Too many calls.] I opened the app. Three years' worth of deductions filled the screen. I lost a point for asking him to pick me up from work in the pouring rain. Apparently, that made me too dependent. Three more disappeared after a fight because I refused to admit I was wrong. According to the app, that made me dishonest. Then there were the ten points I lost because I once asked Mom to pretend she was sick for me. Apparently, that meant she had raised me badly. I scrolled through the list without feeling much o