The Perfect Husband Novel Novels & Stories

she said with a small smile, “that one.” I followed her eyes. The title was etched in gold against the faded green cover: The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. Clara sighed. “It was written by the second wife of Mr. Kingston’s great-great-grandfather.” My brows lifted. “Second wife?” She nodded, looking at the distance. “Yes. The first wife… she was said to be very different. Full of life. Independent. People say she died from a disease, but…” Clara trailed off, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to say more.

What have I just done? A harsh, bitter laugh escaped me as I threw my phone onto the bed. Oh, this is going to be a fucking disaster. Because, of course, why not toss a fake relationship into the mix? Just add it to the wonderful combination of a broken marriage, a hypocritical husband, and a mistress who is probably upstairs right now getting comforted while my husband says he is sorry for being such an asshole. How completely perfect.

“You hide the bruises, but we can still see them, hermana. Everyone can.” “Stop it,” Mom whispers. “You should have left him years ago.” “I couldn’t.” Catalina laughs bitterly. “You mean you wouldn’t.” Silence drops heavy between them. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside. Then Mom’s voice comes, barely above a whisper. “Not everyone gets a perfect marriage like you, Catalina. With your perfect husband and your perfect children.” Catalina’s face changes, something sharp flickers through her expression. She leans forward slowly. “There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage,” she says. Her voice is calm now, too calm. “But my husband knows one thing.”

I am not too worried about him dying or overdosing though and I think he’s been dramatic because he is a fuccin paranormal werecat and while he’s still half human, he is still stronger than your average human. “Oh.” I didn’t want to but I asked anyways. “How? Were you unhappy? Was Julian husband treating you horribly or something? You have to tell me.” “He wasn’t. He was perfect until he wasn’t.” What does that even mean? That sounded so ominous. My stomach fell. I knew it, it was the husband and if I get my hands on him and his probably skinny and shitty ass, I will squeeze the life out of him. I run his hands through an electric slicer and his balls. I will make sure to kill him painfully.

“You think I mind?” My husband had a perfect body, worked out every day, and ate clean most of the time, possessing incredible discipline…and I ate an entire pizza myself most days. The fact that he was as attracted to me as I was to him was a mystery to me. “I’ve always wanted to get in shape, but then I see the couch…and think about pizza, and all those ambitions go out the window.” “You don’t need those ambitions, baby. You’re perfect.” The water suddenly felt several degrees warmer. It pressed against me like a heated blanket. “You’re the one who’s perfect, and I know that takes hard work.”

Five years ago, after my family disowned me, I had trudged through a downpour, drenched to the bone. Then Simon appeared. The moment I saw him, my wounded wolf stirred with hope. I could feel that he was my predestined mate. He brought me home, gave me clean clothes, a steaming cup of coffee, and sat beside me as I poured out my heartbreak. He pitied me, swearing he'd treat me well for the rest of my life. Back then, he had loathed Laila. He never met her, but he despised anyone who hurt me.

Judith's gaze was complicated, but she eventually said, "I promised Stanley that as long as he donated his kidney to you, I wouldn't divorce him. He'll always be my husband. Zac, I'll always love and protect you as if you were my own brother." Zachary's eyes reddened. "Judith, we have feelings for each other. I don't want to be your brother. I want to be your husband." When Dad saw his beloved son tear up, he was heartbroken. "Judith, you and Zac are clearly meant for each other. Your marriage to Stanley was a mistake from the start. Paula and I agree that you should divorce him and be with Zac." Mom immediately chimed in. "A loveless marriage only produces a miserable couple. If it makes yo

What the actual fuck? “Stay the fuck away from my husband.” I said. Pulling Elena away from Aldric as I stood in front of him. “Elena, how did you…” Helen scoffed, “I see you got an even fiestier wife than the first one. That's sexy.” “What the fuck is going on?” I asked. “Elena, if you would let her explain…. “Actually, I would love to tell your lovely wife the truth , she's quite the beauty,” Helen said, biting her lips as she stared at me.

“Love, there’s nothing she can do about it. I wanted you to be my wife and the only person that I wanted to marry.” “Thank you Roxy, for loving me this much. I will try my very best to be worthy of your love and I will love you forever.” We decided to engage first. We don’t need to rush things as long as our parents know about our engagements and make sure that everything will go according to our plans. Shane looks so happy just like me and I hope this happiness that we felt right now will last forever.

He actually doesn’t fit to be your husband, but he is fit to be your lover’, Stephanie said, supporting her daughter’s action. ‘I don’t think he is aware. He has stopped coming home and he spends most of his time with that lady’, Sophia said, feeling dejected, with jealousy obvious in her voice. ‘Are you in love with Edward? Thought you got married to him because your father forced you to?’, Stephanie asked, raising her eyebrow. ‘Right now, he is my only fallback. This is the time I need him to love me the more’, Sophia said. ‘Your only fallback? What do you mean by that?’, Stephanie asked.