The Man's Perfect Wife の小説・ストーリー

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

Why was I just sitting here while my wife was betraying me? I looked into the room. My wife's mother had given us an antique vanity whose mirror was no longer attached as firmly as it should have been and it tilted slightly downward. I thought absently about how I was supposed to have fixed it some time ago ... but now I was happy and yet sad that I hadn't. It afforded me a view of the bed; it let me watch my wife and her lover. Her wailing was increasing. My wife was not a quiet lover; her passion started as low moans, almost growls, that kept rising in volume and pitch until her climax. I could tell she was near, could hear her wailing rising to a fever pitch.

He finally answered. There’s nothing more than she’d want more. She is happily married. She has a loving husband and a great son, lives in a beautiful house, and has a fulfilling job that she wouldn’t exchange for the world. No one is perfect. Thus, no life is perfect too but her whole life has been bliss since she met Jack three years ago. “Mommy.” Elias was holding his stuffed toy. His hair was messy and he was trying to open his sleepy eyes. “Did Daddy leave already?”

"Marry her?" "Yes, you are now 35 years old. Don't you want to marry a second time and live together with the woman you love?" Harvey squeezed the steering wheel as his mind pictured Caroline's beautiful face. Harvey would definitely be the luckiest man in the world if he could take Caroline as his wife, but a horrible fact keeps haunting Harvey. "I don't know, Sean. I… I don't seem to have any desire to get married.” "Why?" Sean asked confused. Harvey snorted. “Have you forgotten that I am a barren man?”

Then back at his sons. The entire front of the manor seemed to pause. “A wife is a partner. A companion. A woman who matches you on every level—intellect, society, body, temperament, fortune.” He let the list hang. “That is a wife. Not these girls that any man off the street could have. You are not any man. You are Blackwoods.” Each sentence stacked higher in my chest. My hands had started to shake. I wanted the gun out of Roman’s waistband and I wanted Reginald to learn what it felt like to be small.

I notice that the surveillance camera we bought when we got married keeps glitching. I casually open the accompanying video app while I request an on-site repair from customer service. I suddenly hear Edward Zucker, my husband who swore to love me for the rest of his life, wishing for my death. "Maddie treats me well and hasn't done anything wrong. She has lost her parents in the car accident, though, so she's of no use to me now." I then hear my seemingly gentle and kind in-laws, Victor Zucker and Mary Smith, thoughtfully toss out various suggestions. "You can just sneak something into her food since she's allergic to so many things. You can also claim she suffered from depression afte

Taken aback by his wife’s action, Mark swallowed hard and looked at the woman- who was on top of him and was sleeping peacefully like a cat. “Seriously, what am I going to do with you,” Mark grasped his hair and helplessly gazed at his wife. “How can I try to kill my desire when you’re the one who’s always tempting me with your looks.” Angelo snuggled and sniffed the beauty under him, smelling that the beauty down below him smells like mint and orange blossom- which he loved. Angelo slowly inhaled the fragrance that the beauty had.

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

The man nodded in a seemingly understanding manner. Sonnet reported the incident to the police and asked the man, “What’s your name?” “Maxwell…Brookes.” “My name is Sonnet Turner…” She paused and added, “I’m your wife.” A hint of excitement flashed across the man’s eyes. He raised his gaze to look at Sonnet. There was an innocent expression on his face. “What is a…wife?” “Uh…A wife is someone that’s capable of protecting you,” Sonnet replied to him after pondering on it.

Nothing would change that. “I’m sorry if you had to get through this,” said Tamaru as they huddled around the sickbed of their son. His wife smiled at him, caressing his shoulders. “No worries, Love! I promised to love you and your flaws, so I will.” It was at those moments that Tamaru fully appreciates his wife. She never showed any signs of giving up. She was strong, inside and out, and that made her precious. Sometimes, he wondered whether he deserved her because she’s too perfect. Maybe it’s true that the opposite attracts. Tamaru might be a strong fighter, but his will was a far cry from hers.