The Perfect Marriage: A Completely Gripping Psychological Suspense Novels & Stories

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.”

After all, it was very normal for couples to get divorced. Zoe was used to see couples torturing each other in marriage. Cora and Tristan was a typical example. She thought to herself that if her husband was the same as Tristan, she would rather stay single all her life. In a good marriage, men and women could cure each other to make a perfective aspect. This perfective aspect could accomplish great cause. If Zoe was sick, then Noah would be the only medicine to cure her. Noah had also been searching all his life for a suitable person. Or a person of necessity. But it was not until he met Zoe that he realized that his life was destined.

Perfect. Perfect sub, perfect life and very soon, the perfect wife. Curtain closed.

"Maybe you should take a seven-layer flower bath to open up your aura." Randy just laughed. Meanwhile, Darwin looked ready to give his response. "Well, it's your fault. Why did you choose a wife who was a teenager at that time? Besides the lack of experience, it's also certain that you'll have difficulty balancing her personality, behavior, and habits. Especially with a considerable age gap. Nearly a dozen years. It's only natural for her to see you more as an uncle than a partner." "Damn it!" Randy cursed in frustration. "Well, it's true, right?" Darwin deliberately debated. "Everywhere, a relationship consists of two people who like or love each other. But if only one side likes or loves,

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