The Perfect Husband Novel Novels & Stories

"Which seemed like a contradiction worth investigating." “At least she's keeping her story straight these days." I take a sip of water, studying him. "What about you? What's your Eleanor-approved backstory?" "Workaholic lawyer who needs to 'get out more.'" He makes air quotes with his fingers. "Apparently, I'm perfect husband material but terrible at actually meeting women." "Are you?" "Terrible at meeting women? Debatable. Perfect husband material?" He grins. "I suppose that depends on who you ask."

At 11:00 AM, my husband, Silas Vexille, slowly drowned in our indoor thermal pool. At the time, I was having my usual morning tea with the other mafia wives in the estate's back garden. The pool room was directly above the garden, barely a dozen feet away. Originally, if I had gone back to the main house at 11:00 as usual, I would have had plenty of time to save him. But as fate would have it, Victoria Harrison insisted on inviting us over to her nearby home to see her new pink diamond. At 11:20 AM, my daughter April and I pushed open the doors to the pool room. By then, Silas was already gone. At the lavish funeral, I was devastated, fainting several times. The mourners murmured in sympathy

It's all just an act. [As a man myself, I can't stand it. Who cheats on his wife while she's having his baby? And this guy? He had the nerve to call himself the perfect husband?] [Perfect husband? More like the king of scumbags. Someone strip him of that title already!]

Meanwhile, the phone kept ringing, and Matthew was still shocked over what had just happened. It was either that or guilt had consumed him over his carelessness. Nonetheless, he followed me out and watched Ava’s bloodied lips with a panicked expression, trying to console her. I trembled as I carefully pressed the tissues to Ava’s lips, comforting her by kissing her forehead repeatedly. An inexplicable pain surged through my body. I never expected the man I had always considered a perfect husband and great father to become so infatuated with another woman that he would forget his daughter. Ava was so young, yet she became a casualty of our failing marriage. I couldn’t take it anymore and shou

As his eyes return from my nipples to my eyes, I'm tempted to say how my body doesn't speak for me, but that would sound too desperate and any sane person should understand these simple things, so I remain unmoving, allowing him to explore my face as far as he sees fit. From my ear, to my temple, to the bridge of my nose. "You're so perfect," he breathes, almost as if just realizing it. I do not respond of course, what's he expecting? That I fall at his feet and suck his dick? Hello! Stupid Marisol is dead. I killed her at the hospital that day, and buried her alongside my precious baby. "You shouldn't allow all these perfection to waste away while you wait for a husband who would never love

He even looked handsome sweating. "What do you think about me?" I asked him. "Well..earlier..when we got married..I thought you were this silly, rude and annoying girl.." "But now..?" I asked anxiously. He dropped what he was doing and faced me. We both stared with a smile across his lips. "But now...you're perfect," he smirked. I blush. What did he say? Am I perfect? He said I was perfect. According to the book. You find your partner perfect. He likes me. He likes me.

"We have had so many people reach out to us regarding who this mysterious woman is who has taken that man -" She looks over to him lustfully as she eyes him up and down before looking back at me "- off the market. And still stayed in such a happy marriage. Tell us, what's your secret to such a happy marriage?" I felt my body tense and my heartbeat ring through my ears, my smile was plastered on my face so you couldn't see the breakages within me. The first question was already too much, I wanted to run and run fast. I looked over to Chase who had an evil look in his eye and I knew I had to do what he said. "Well, I mean no marriage is perfect right? And we don't strive for perfection. We str

“What about Mark. Why did you become his wife?” “You’re not listening, bro. I said I don’t remember. When I woke up, that Mark was there, and the doctor introduced that ugly Homosapien as my husband.” Angelo said as he fiddled his nose to look for mucus. “You’re disgusting.” Anton threw a thick book on his desk in Aimie’s direction.

Some guests turned to themselves with weird faces. The woman seating before the woman in black hat looked back. Her eyes were only able to view her deep red lips. It had the exact colour of a bull's blood. "Sapphire Blac... I, take you to be my beloved wife. I will love you unconditionally and without hesitation, for it is your heart that moves me, your spirit that inspires me, your humor that delights me, and your hand, I want to hold for all of our days. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband.

Why was I just sitting here while my wife was betraying me? I looked into the room. My wife's mother had given us an antique vanity whose mirror was no longer attached as firmly as it should have been and it tilted slightly downward. I thought absently about how I was supposed to have fixed it some time ago ... but now I was happy and yet sad that I hadn't. It afforded me a view of the bed; it let me watch my wife and her lover. Her wailing was increasing. My wife was not a quiet lover; her passion started as low moans, almost growls, that kept rising in volume and pitch until her climax. I could tell she was near, could hear her wailing rising to a fever pitch.