Novel & Cerita The Perfect Husband Novel

Damon knew what Damon told him that he was trying to change for the better was just a cover up, he doesn't want her to know he is secretly meeting some professional psychologist or psychiatrist to help him, well even if he will not tell her, it's no problem, her husband is getting better and better every day and as for her, she is loving her husband more and more and not even once she will allow someone from out of nowhere to come and destroy their happy home! "Not even once were you terrible, my husband will always remain to be my husband and the father of my kids and my unborn baby, god chose you for me and I know god made the right choice, not even once was he wrong, my soulmate and I lov

Cyra nodded, and then watched him leaving. She had never expected to see this side of him which made her believe that not just only a perfect man, a perfect cook….he was a perfect and ideal husband. He was that kind of life partner which any girl would feel blessed to have, but what about her? Why was this blessing cloaked as a curse for her? “This novel is quite romantic,” Cyra heard him saying who was reading the romance novel for her. Her head was placed over his lap as he had given her a head massage after their dinner, and now he was reciting that story for her.

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.

When the mouse is away, she plays. ******** I have spent the last fifteen years trying to be the perfect wife for my husband and I think I have pretty much succeeded. He has never gone without sex when he has wanted it; I have never used the old headache excuse, or I'm on my period", or even the old standby "I just don't feel good tonight." I've always been ready and willing. And my husband is no slouch in bed either; he has always been able to bring me to multiple orgasms and he has always said that taking care of my wants and needs is his first priority. And its not like I was inexperienced when I met my husband. I'd had several lovers before marrying my husband and a few of them had bigge

She smiled warmly. “My husband once told me something I will never forget, a successful marriage isn’t about finding the perfect person. It’s about choosing the same imperfect person again and again, forever.” She gently squeezed Elena’s hand. “I have a feeling, you and Damien still have many chapters left to write.” Mrs. Ferraro glanced toward the room they had just left. Damien stood just inside the open doors. He was speaking to her husband but every few minutes his eyes drifted toward the terrace patiently. Mrs. Ferraro smiled to herself.

I asked, my eyes locked on hers. She bit on her lower lip, looking away, “No.” That was a flat lie; I could tell from her tune. I grabbed her hand, her hands feeling smaller than ever, the warmth driving me insane. Everything about Riley screams perfection. “Look, Riley, I’m your husband now, meaning I’m the closest to you now. I can’t say I know exactly what happened in your previous marriage, but whatever it is, I hope you know that I would never hurt you.”

my husband whispered, and kissed my temple gently, "How are you feeling? I hope I didn’t hurt you last night. I tried so hard to be gentle, given what you’ve been through, but you’re so damn gorgeous I might have gotten carried away!" Then it all came flooding back. The hospital, Jaxon’s injuries, the looming negotiation. But there was also the perfection of last night with my husband. The overwhelming pleasure he gave to me. The safety I felt when I was in his arms. "Last night was perfect," I assured him, and I gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. "Absolutely NOTHING about last night hurt me! In fact, quite the opposite, as you may have noticed by my reaction."

As she packs a pile of documents to take home, she looks at her husband with contempt when she realizes that another day is ending and he is carefree, sucking on a lollipop with a romance book in hand. “Authors here in your country write good novels. I found some characters that I identified with, but I still haven't found one who is like you.” He comments and is interrupted by her. “Authors often describe “perfect” men like you, which is what they dream of for themselves. Maybe because they live in another reality and the characters that please them have to be invented.” Analyzes her, in a critical tone. “I don’t know why I’m wasting time with you, talking about fantasy, if reality is here

In her mind, no one was truly perfect in this world. The so-called perfect person should not eat or drink and be capable of doing everything. That was called true perfectionism. Only gods should be so perfect. Were they gods? Weren't they just like humans like everyone else? Yet they pretended to be perfectionists. Julien found her huffing look cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. It felt tender and good. "Radical, indeed," Julien echoed. As a model husband, he needed to support his wife.

Damon suddenly cut off Henry in mid sentence which made Henry shock. "Yes." Damon answered making Henry taken a back suddenly. "What?" Henry asked. "Yes, Uncle Henry... I am happy with my wife right now!" Damon answered and Henry blinked his eyes not believing how he can be happy with his forced marriage. "You are happy with Riya?" Henry asked once again tying to hope he heard wrong but no. He isn't wrong. "Yes. I am. No matter what... Riya is my Wife now! I should be happy with her and I am. She is perfect wife for me. Now and... forever!" Damon answered closing his eyes and gulped his saliva down his throat.