Novel & Cerita The Perfect Marriage: A Completely Gripping Psychological Suspense

Something hovers at the back of my mind, but the thoughts don't coalesce. Don't think about it.... It'll come when the time's right.... I knock back the last of the coffee. Time to get on with that speech. Tucking the photo safely back in my wallet, in much more cheerful mood, I return to my desk. Since my mind is a blank, I search the internet for inspiration, trying to find the right words. Quotes about marriage.... ".... A happy marriage is the work of two people...." Not exactly appropriate.... ".... A perfect marriage is just two imperfect people who refuse to give up on each other...."

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

ENID The first thing I notice when I wake up is the silence. For a second, I forget where I am. Then I see the pale ceiling, the smooth cream walls, the unfamiliar bed that could fit three of me, and everything comes crashing back. Cassian Dorne’s house. My husband’s house. I turn onto my back and stare at the ceiling. My chest feels tight. Marriage is supposed to feel like something... excitement, safety, fear, something. All I feel is… displaced. Like I’ve stepped into a life that was never meant for me.

“You really need to let it go, Case. It’s done. We need to move on.” He stopped filling out his paperwork and stared at the table before he turned to meet my gaze. He dropped the pencil, sat back, and gave me a glare so terrifying, it reminded me of my father—haunting me from the grave. “It’s done? We need to move on? You’re married to a psychopath—” “He’s not that bad.” “You’re defending him now?” “Not at all. But he’s not a psychopath. He treats me well.” “He forced you to marry him. How does that not make him a psychopath? He was obsessed with you and wanted to collect you like a trophy or a piece of jewelry.”

“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.”

His reply was a single word: “Understood.” Now, she sat at her desk, going over the preliminary papers on his case. The allegations made against Roman were damning, yet something about them didn’t sit right. The evidence was too tidy, too convenient. Yet every time she tried to pull together a different narrative, her imagination hooked on his arrogance. And the call from her mother. Evelyn Sinclair rarely phoned Ava for anything more than a deliberate warning or a barely veiled assessment. Her words, abrupt and gnawing as ever, lingered in Ava’s ears: “Stay away from him.”

The sexual tension that came from her body because of not sharing it with a man in so long made the waiting all worthwhile. Her husband was her dream man and the only man for her. His return home came so unexpectedly. It wasn’t the warmest return, but she didn't care at this moment; their union, despite the circumstances, was perfect. She viewed it as her prayers being answered, and her maker provided her with the purest form of love. Smiling, Dynasty kissed him as she lay on his chest, with him cradling her face. "You're unbelievable," She said, smiling up at him. “You must have missed me as much as I missed you. I’m so glad you’re home.”

Others easily switch to a new love interest after finding someone who might be more comfortable and suitable than their previous partner. It's not uncommon for couples to date for years and then fail to reach the altar. On the contrary, there are other couples who meet and get married within a month, despite having just met. It's ironic, indeed. Who knows where Darwin falls in this spectrum from all these examples and speculations? What's certain is that he is genuinely in love with his wife now. He's doing his best to become the perfect partner for Veronica. Indeed, this journey of love for Darwin is not easy. Within less than a month of being husband and wife without any formal agreement,

He chuckles and says “I would have told you to dress up, but I was afraid you would have suspected as to why.” I felt like a teenager who couldn’t contain her excitement. But I definitely had to play it cool. “Rebecca, will you do the honor of becoming my better half?” Jared says while kneeling down with a huge smile on his face. “Of course I will!” I yelled and just couldn’t keep my excitement at bay. I did a quick little giddy dance as Jared pulled a ring out from his pocket. I was in awe. He definitely went for something noticeable. It had to be at least 3 carats. It looked slightly big for my finger, as he slipped it on, but I’m sure I’d get used to it. I gave him a big hug as he picked

Susan said immediately she left. "I also guess I will have to go on with my plan by seducing him." I said. "Go for it girl" Susan hyped as I just rolled my eyes. I went to meet my so called husband as I stood beside him and gave him the most wonderful smile ever. I exchanged greetings with some of his friends and business partners. *FEW HOURS LATER* "I'm fucking married just like that." I muttered to myself as I walked behind Jayden. I couldn't stop but to admire his masculine back, I wish I could feel it.