The Perfect Husband Novel Novels & Stories

I took a stool and stood on it, to help me get the book. Just as I was about to grab the book, I lost my balance and was about to fall. "Wow... Wow... Wow!" I yelled and closed my eyes. It took a few minutes before I opened them as I realized that my butt didn't hurt. As soon as I opened my eyes, I met with two beautiful blue eyes. His eyes looked so beautiful, I couldn't look away and without thinking, I spoke. "Hey, husband". As soon as I said that, he dropped me and this time around, I felt my butt hit the floor.

Chapter Three — Drew Jacob's Wife He wasn’t, in fact, dying to meet me like my parents made me believe That realization didn’t come on my wedding day because that day was perfect , It came as I became his wife , Actually living with him was hell . I had been married to Drew Jacobs for two years, and in those two years, I learned that a marriage could exist without love, affection , or kindness and still look perfect to everyone watching from the outside, We just had to play our paths perfectly.

At that moment, it felt as though my heart was being ripped apart. "Your husband is calling you. Do you want to answer it?" The policeman's voice pulled me back to reality. I looked down and stared at my phone screen, at the word "Hubby."

My husband, my Oh So picky Husband had finished that non perfect sugary milky coffee latte by himself! Oh my God! Oh my God! I jumped straight from my seat and instantly called my psychiatrist and rambled everything to Erina. I was so excited that my usual poised calm voice came out squeaky and high. Why would it not be?! I just got a fudging clue!!! Maybe... Maybe, My husband was not that much of a perfectionist. Maybe... Maybe all he needed was a little bit of imperfection in his life and everything would be right, right?! Who was I kidding?!

Knowing her, that so could only mean one thing, she wanted to disturb my peace of mind. “Tell me about your husband," She declared, her tone steady. My cheeks burnt with shyness at the mare thought of my husband. “He's perfect," I confessed thoughtlessly, my soft, and tender. “He is kind, generous, sexy, perfect body statute. He is like the Mafia bosses you see on television except nicer." “Oh! my type of man. Handsome and dangerous," She said and we both burst into laughter. “Tell me does he use that line ‘Money isn't the problem'"

“Didn’t you say you’re going to put your company and your work first? Don’t tell me I am now on your priority list?” “This is also for the sake of my company.” The steel doors opened and he pulled her inside along with him, he was holding her hands tight as though he was afraid she would run off. “A caring husband who would put his wife first, the embodiment of a perfect man living a perfect life, isn’t that beautiful?” Beautiful? Is that truly considered beautiful?

“Hey, man! If my husband is too coward to rescue me, I myself will defend the rights of us women to be respected! “ “Are you calling me a coward? Want to try me? “ “I’m talking about my husband. How could he not pick me up yet after five months?! And to answer you, you’re not a coward! You’re a pervert! “ He smirked. “Oh. I wonder if you’ll stay like that after you regain your memory. FYI, I'm your husband. “ He was still holding his wounded neck until he turned his back on me. “Call the doctors immediately.” That guy is my husband? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO Thank y

"Well, I had nothing when I met her. Through all the ups and downs over the years, she held my hand and never let go. She deserves all the love!" "Gosh! Why can't I get such a good husband? Dad! Why is everyone else's husband perfect but mine? Look at this book! This woman killed three people, yet her six-foot-tall, eight-pack, deep-voiced, sharp-eyed, ready-to-kill-anyone-for-her husband worships the ground she walks on. But why did I get that—" "Travis is 6'2", has eight packs, doesn't like tattoos, but if you want, he might consider one. And obviously, he’d kill anyone who touches you. Don't you know that?"

“Yea go ahead and hit me again. That's what you're best at doing, hitting me like a coward.! I sneered. He smirked and dropped his hand. “On the contrary, I came here for something better off than you. “I want to have an open marriage. You can go fuck with whoever you are fucking with and I'll do mine.” He said. “What.? I asked in almost a whisper, hoping what I've been hearing is not true. Yea Jason has been fucking around, bringing his mistresses, but he always apologized. That's all that have kept me going. “Yes, i know you've wanted this for so long. To be free to fuck around. You supposed to be greatful for this opportunity.” He sneered.

I had to be a better liar, a better actor, and a colder strategist than all of them combined. The meal was delicious, the wine was expensive, and the lie was perfect. “Is it good, Hon?” I asked, my voice tilting with a fake, girlish curiosity. “Perfect, Vic,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Everything is finally back to the way it should be.” I smiled wider, the chill in my chest growing into a blizzard. No, Dan. It’s exactly the way I want it to be. The “Perfect Wife” was serving the last meal of his innocence. And the spy was just getting started.