The Man's Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

Knowing her, that so could only mean one thing, she wanted to disturb my peace of mind. “Tell me about your husband," She declared, her tone steady. My cheeks burnt with shyness at the mare thought of my husband. “He's perfect," I confessed thoughtlessly, my soft, and tender. “He is kind, generous, sexy, perfect body statute. He is like the Mafia bosses you see on television except nicer." “Oh! my type of man. Handsome and dangerous," She said and we both burst into laughter. “Tell me does he use that line ‘Money isn't the problem'"

“You know, how beautiful and exquisite you look tonight. The woman blushed while she smiled at him flirtatiously and provocatively, she told him in a seductive tone. —I'm always beautiful, while she caressed her husband's face and smiled at him, the woman added, —I need to be, or say no my husband, he'll leave with the first whore I passed, and he'll abandon me without hesitation. The man frowned, as he took a position at his entrance and told him. —You are my wife, my lover, my friend, I am not going to abandon you, and now that we will have a daughter, much less. At that precise moment, the man did not hesitate and sank inside her, causing the woman to moan with pleasure, Caspian smiled as

Quinten’s firm voice echoed from the television speakers. “As a man and as a husband, I had my doubts about this matter. But reason told me to trust my wife. For over twenty years, she has devoted herself to raising our beloved daughter, handling all household affairs without complaint. Our marriage has endured many challenges, yet my wife has never interfered in anything beyond our family matters. She is an exceptional woman. But yesterday, someone tried to harm her—using her reputation as a weapon against her! As her husband, I must stand up at this moment and find out who orchestrated this. "As for the outstanding gentleman beside me, he is indeed my wife’s first love. But he is a man of

“Why don’t you ask your wife? She should be able to say a thing or two…” “I’m asking you,” I replied, my voice sharper than I intended. That annoying smirk of his grew wider. “You always were the perfect one, weren’t you? Perfect grades, perfect colleges, perfect businesses. And now, the perfect little wife.” I frowned, confused. “What does that have to do with anything?” He leaned in, lowering his voice. “You can’t have it all, brother. And you know what’s sad? You don’t even know how to handle her.”

Even now, I was staring at the wall thinking of answers of the one question that had been eating me alive. Where did I go wrong? I had been always trying to be the perfect wife for him, just like he needed. No tantrums, no disturbance, no sweet talks. I managed his schedules, his diet plan, his itinerary perfectly, no mistakes, no error. He hated mistakes, he was a perfectionist, my perfect husband. Till yesterday, I thought I was perfect for him, I thought I was what he needed. Even if I had to murder my inner romance craving girl for that, I was happy. Guess what? My entire life had been a lie. Our marriage had been a lie.

“But she’s a quick learner. Besides, there’s no better company than my wife.” I smile at the man, trying to keep up the appearance of the perfect Billionaire wife—gracious, poised, charming. “It’s been an adjustment, but I’m getting there,” I say. “Rex keeps me busy. Though I’m learning fast how to navigate these events without stepping on anyone’s toes.” The man chuckles, but it feels almost patronizing. “Oh, we all know how it is. Every successful man needs a good woman by his side, right?”

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strides over, his brow furrowed sligh

I was accompanying my mother-in-law to our family-owned hospital for a follow-up appointment. She had developed a lifelong gynecological condition from complications during my wife's birth. A muscular man passed by, recoiled in disgust, and shuffled to the other side of the aisle before shouting for a nurse. "What kind of hospital is this? You just let any filthy person sit in the waiting area? This old hag reeks. Is nobody going to do anything about it?" The nurse hurried over and recognized my mother-in-law. She held up her hands. "Sir, this patient is here for a scheduled follow-up. We can't turn her away." The man lost it. "What part of that don't you understand? Take this old hag