The Man's Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

"We both the truth. You were a convenient distraction to Alan. You know he never loved you. He married you because of Mom so that he could get his inheritance." Elena's voice rose, "Oh really? You know, I think you should go find yourself a man than meddling in other people's marriage affairs. You can't stay away from Alan because you can't make it on your own." Leah's voice dripped with venom, "At least I'm not a barren, useless wife like you." Elena's hand rose and fell in rapid succession, her palms striking Leah's cheek with a loud crack, once, twice three times leaving Leah's face red and stinging.

How could either of them have doubted that they were the perfect match? The man gazed at his wife adoringly. “I never thought I would be enough for her. She was this gorgeous young woman with suitors lined up around the block. Any man would’ve been lucky to have her, I still don’t understand why she chose me.” “Nonsense.” The woman swatted him lightly on the shoulder. “If anyone thought they weren’t enough, it was me. You should’ve seen him. I’ll have to find a picture for you while we’re here. He was just the most handsome man, and he was successful. He had that rare confidence not paired with arrogance. He was extraordinary.”

V serials. "Anam that's bad, don't say like that she is much older than you " Hayat scolded. I rolled my eyes at her, Hayat don't know how this old hag makes things difficult for her. Hayat is too much of a goody-two-shoes to see the disapproving looks her future mother-in-law sends her way. That lady thinks her son can do soo much better. Oh please. Hayat is the best. My dear Farhan Bhai and I are going to have a conversation and not a pleasant one I assure you.

“A powerful man needs a certain type of wife. Someone who understands her role. Who stands gracefully beside him, not trying to carve out her own spotlight. Khalid is under immense pressure with this European merger. He doesn’t need a distracted wife chasing her little hobbies while the company faces challenges.” The condescension in his voice made my blood simmer. “My ‘little hobbies’ are paying for this lifestyle in part, Richard. And they’re giving me purpose. Something I lost while trying to be the perfect wife your son barely notices.” Richard’s eyes narrowed. “Ideal wives for powerful men know when to step back. They provide stability. Comfort. Not competition. If you truly loved my so

"She is my wife. She was sick, but refused to let me take her to the hospital to receive treatment." "What for? I just have a slight fever." The woman spoke with a bit of irritation but then looked at me. "Sorry for the trouble, Miss, my husband was too worried because of our old age." "You should rest...." They argued with each other, making me think of that man who I shouldn't be thinking about for now. The two seemed to have calmed down, and I could hear the old man speaking again. "Love is not perfection, but also various things from the mistakes we've made and correcting them. The final thing that decides is our heart."

The sweet cologne of his perfect wife caught up to his nose and it made him look to his side where she was standing, her eyes shining with delight as she looked at him. He cleared his throat and stared straight ahead. It was Selene O'Malley, his wife. Her face was perfect; her body was perfect. "I'll go in first," She said softly before walking in front of him to the door. Even her walking pose was perfect. And that perfection of hers was what was suffocating to him. Unlike the woman he had a one-night stand with the previous night, she felt fake. Chase knew comparing his wife to a woman he'd only met briefly was cruel but he couldn't help it. His wife was just too remarkable but she had no

After we remarry, I become the gentle, understanding, and perfect wife Christian Falkner always wants. I no longer stop him from spending time with other women or lose my temper when he forgets our anniversaries. Even when I see him sharing an intimate embrace with Sheryl Jensen on TV, I simply turn it off and pretend I see nothing. Christian thinks I've finally become more sensible. He even promises to bid on a priceless diamond necklace from a royal collection as a reward for me. But Christian doesn't know that I quietly cancel my residency in Seronia, erase every trace of myself, and board a flight to Evinor. I'm leaving Seronia and walking away from him for good.

"Any man who says that is trash. What's there to brag about? A real man has just one person. Girlfriend, baby, wife, they should all be the same woman. My dearest Jennifer, you are my girlfriend, my baby, and my wife." How perfect his words sounded. So why did everything change?

"You said —" "I said no to waiting. I said no to delay. I said no to the idea that Adam Ballard's temporary inconvenience should be allowed to derail something that two families have spent years building. I told Elias that I didn't care if you woke up, if you stayed in a coma forever, if you spent the next forty years drooling into a pillow in a care facility. I was going to be your wife. Not your fiancée. Your wife. And I was going to be your wife before you woke up, so that when — if — you opened your eyes, the decision would already be made."

He roars and Natalia flinches with a whimper. “I am sorry.” Natalie says, inching further away from Noah as he, in turn, makes his way even closer to her. “And that cannot change anything, can it?” He asks with a cruel smile. “I cannot come back home to peace and quiet. It’s always you, you disobedient wife. It either you never know what to do, or you never know how to do things properly.” Noah shakes his head as he says so. “I thought you could be the perfect woman. The model wife. I am only trying to shape you into a better home keeper, but here you are, you ungrateful woman...” Noah continues to speak and Natalia is frightened by his tone of voice.