The Perfect Husband Novel Novels & Stories

********** He felt her hands circle round his waist as he dropped the call. “What did he say?” Selena asked, her voice sweet and seductive “He’s going to do it” Alfred replied. His eyes held something…..not regret but not victory either. “That's what we have always wanted, right?” Selena asked, her voice slightly wavering. He nodded…..just one nod. It felt…..uncertain. “Talk to me babe, what's wrong?” She said, her hands wrapping round his neck. “She was my wife, Selena. This is murder we are talking about here” he said slowly

My Perfect Abrupt Marriage Chapter 1 Cardyn’s I facepalmed. Just what the hell did I do last night? Sat on the very-soft-tempting-sofa, comfort was out of the question since I am in a dire situation faced with someone I would never want to make any deal. But… “Forgot about your husband that fast?” Crap. Can something hit my head so I can lose all of my memories just like in those dramas and feign ignorance about this man? Or should I call him my husband?

You, on the other hand, you're the definition of a perfect husband—steady, responsible, everything a woman could want. His expression didn't change, but he leaned in, slowly closing the space between them. His voice dipped, teasing yet unreadable. Is that so? Bianca's pulse jumped. His proximity made it hard to breathe, but she forced herself to nod. I've never meant anything more in my life. A resigned sigh escaped him as he reached out, pinching her cheek—not hard, but enough to make her wince. Don't let this happen again. Bianca rubbed at her sore cheek, scowling. You still haven't said why you came back early.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."

“It’s your business. If you don’t want me to know, that’s fine. And if I really wanted to know who you were and who your husband is, I could get that information without looking through your clutch.” “Then why haven’t you?” Her hand slowly moved up my chest, like that was her favorite feature to caress. I couldn’t decide what was more beautiful, her face or her body. She was perfect in every way imaginable, from her impeccably manicured toes to the soft strands of hair that sat on her head. “Because we’re just screwing. It doesn’t really matter.”

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

How could I explain that my lover was married—and I was not the bride? I had no plans of coming back soon. Not until I found the right words to answer her questions. Henry — damned wherever he is with that bitch of a wife. They were perfect for each other: a pretender and a troublemaker. How had I once thought we were perfect? Maybe coming to the library wasn’t a good idea; it dragged my thoughts back to that bastard, and I hated myself for it.

He picked up the paper and shelved it into an envelope, back into his suitcase. “I apologize for bringing up such an insensitive matter to you.” He tightens his suit around his fat belly. “I won’t do this again, let’s pretend like this never happened.” “It’s okay,” I reply and look away and he continues to press his phone. We rode in silence until we got to Sebastian Black's mansion, away from the city. As we got to the gate, Mr. Blacks spoke up again, his thick voice sounding out of his lungs. “You can get down now.” He looked at me and my chest tightened. “This is your new home, I hope you enjoy your marriage with my son.”

“How? Were you unhappy? Was Judas 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. I will roll in his pathetic blood and laugh for centuries. People really got on my nerves honestly. What did he do to the poor guy now?

After listening to Ruhi, the man said, "I don't want anything from you. Whatever I want, I want it from your husband. After all, it was because of his mom and dad that my whole plan got ruined." Ruhi was trying to understand what the man was saying. She was not able to understand his words at all. Seeing her trying to understand, the man said further, "Leave it! Don't try to understand my words. Tanvi understood my words very well and she was helping me very well in fulfilling my purpose. . But I don't know how you both got married and my entire plan got spoiled. On top of that, Tanvi's anger also spoils my plan. That's why I had to wake you up. But don't worry, after I get what I want from