The Man's Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

“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

A man spoke kindly. Phoebe snapped out of her thoughts, moving aside to make room. She watched as the man carefully helped his pregnant wife sit down. Phoebe looked at the man as he tenderly cared for his wife, a pang of envy in her heart. To have a husband who loved her so much—it was truly a kind of happiness Phoebe longed for. This was what a woman wanted—a loving husband, a few children, and a happy, peaceful home. Life didn't need to be perfect, just simple and filled with love.

Resting his chin on my right shoulder, he whispered, “So, my wife thinks I look handsome in business suit?” I smiled at the sound of ‘wife’ and then turning only my head and looking at him, I said, “No! I don’t think so! I know so! My husband is the most handsome man I have ever seen!” Ryan smiled widely and turned me to face him. He cupped my face and bringing his own very close he said, “And my wife is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in the world! Only she is a bit disobedient and adamant and doesn’t understand that I am not comfortable wearing casuals!”

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,

Just as Denise started to speak again, the door to his office pulled open and he stepped out with a slight smile on his face, his square-shaped glasses perched on his nose and his phone to his ear. Just like that, I was not hearing anything Denise was saying anymore, and my mouth went slack and extremely dry. "I'll… call you later, okay? Bye." I hung up right away. This reaction happened every single time I saw this man. He was perfection. A six foot god with a ripped body, lean muscles and a perfectly sculpted face. He had a perfect olive tan and crisp black hair that fell over his face. His eyes were a very stormy gray, cold, only lighting up a bit when his wife was around. Yes, wife. This

Sandra laughed as she watched the man she had just argued with earlier, walk through the Marina doors and into the conference room. He was dashing and lovable, in the black suit that made him look like an Adonis. Looking at her husband, Ssnadra couldn't blame the women who constantly fell at his feet. he was perfection in every sense,a nd for a man with his reputation, Aztec Marshall was the prince of them all.

"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!"