The Perfect Husband Novel Novels & Stories

"Since you saw everything, I won't bother hiding it anymore." His voice was calm, as if he were announcing a business decision. "Powerful men always want more. It's normal." He paused, his tone growing even colder. "You may be my wife, but that doesn't give you the right to bring people here to cause trouble at my spa." Wife. The word detonated in the room. Everyone was speechless. "What? Wife?" "Mr. Vance is married?" "This bloody woman is Mr. Vance's wife?" "Oh my god, I thought she was some lowlife from out of town!"

It was why she was panicking. "David, please," her voice shifted, dropping into that sickeningly sweet, pitiful tone she used when she wanted something. "I’ve been so good. I’ve been taking care of everything. The staff, the social calendar, Camilla’s schooling... I’ve been the perfect wife." My jaw tightened. Perfect wife? The image of her flashed in my mind — wearing Alice’s ring, holding Alice’s daughter, poisoning herself with medication, just to frame the woman I loved.

Yeni wasn't ready for that to happen. "Aris and Allisya are now legally husband and wife," Daniel answered with a sharp gaze, holding back the surging anger in his heart. Allisya was now Aris's forever. There was no right or chance anymore to fix their relationship, which had failed so easily because of his own selfishness. The entire club was shocked, even though they didn't know the problem. But they felt sad for what Yeni was feeling.

"Everything will be fine, don’t be nervous." His words brought me back to my senses and I glanced at him, "How did you know I was nervous?" "I can tell just by looking at you, if not how can I be a perfect husband to my wife?" He replied, and cupped my cheeks with a bright smile. "You don’t need to worry about anything my love, I don’t need anyone’s permission, I just want you to be mine and I know very well how to do it." Perfect husband? I never thought there would be a day I would be hearing this, because I lost hope of having a perfect husband already, but here this man is making the heart of mine to bloom once again, which was closed long ago because of a bastard.

There was a moment of silence as we simply stared into each other’s eyes. “You are a beautiful woman,” he complimented. “That’s my husband’s daily mantra. He repeats it every single time,” I said, chuckling. “You seem to love him a lot. Is he the violent or womanizing type?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. “Of course not. My husband is neither. He’s perfect,” I declared. “No one is perfect, Angela,” he countered. “We are all human.” “So, are you the flawed husband?” I asked.

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.

"The best we've had in a long time." I looked at our reflection in the mirror. We looked like a perfect couple. The successful husband, the beautiful wife, the expensive bedroom. But all I could see was the jacket in the bin. All I could feel was the weight of the lies. "Yeah," I whispered, staring at my own haunted eyes. "A good day." “Dae, is there anything I need to know?" The question hung in the steam of the bedroom. I felt his body stiffen against my back. His hands, which had been roaming over my waist, went still. The playful mood vanished instantly.

It was no longer nervous or hopeful, but oddly calm in a way that made my skin crawl. “I know you’re married,” he said again, this time quieter, slower. “To Henry. Mr. Perfect. The man who has it all, the job, the charm, the sweet smile everyone loves and a scott, i will even kill to be a scott. But let me ask you something love, does he really see you? The way I do?” My stomach turned. “Yes,” I replied coldly. “He sees me. He knows me. And more than anything, he respects me. He loves and adores me and I love and adore him also. And unlike you, he respects boundaries.”

- I again gulped my saliva . I hope he won't embarrass me infront of the whole class . I turned to see that my friends were worried too . Whatever .I took it over myself . Even if he is my husband I don't want him to treat me differently .I would appreciate it if he seperate our personal and professional life differently . I grabbed my textbook and slowly walked towards him squeezing the poor book in my hands . " So you finished reading right "- I nodded slowly, not meeting his eyes . " Tell me what did you read .?"- He asked .His voice is slow and soft .

Of course, over the years, he has no doubt idealized her, for surely no woman could be that perfect. But she had obviously been perfect for him. Unlike me, who is the absolute worst choice for a wife that a rich man from an old family could have made. Although of late, I am finding it a bit dificult to keep up with him in the evenings. I have begun taking a short nap following my time with his father so I won’t be completely exhausted when my husband isn’t content with one session of lovemaking but is in the mood for two or three, usually keeping us going until long past midnight. Not that I mind. He is incredibly thorough and is never satisfied unless my pleasure equals or exceeds his. I am no