The Perfect Marriage Characters Novels & Stories

A passing nurse watched them go, envy written all over her face. "This man is way too good to his wife! We're on the sixteenth floor, and he didn't even wait for the elevator. He just ran down the stairs carrying her! When will I ever meet a husband like that?" "Good husbands aren't easy to find. Look at that other pregnant woman over there. She's so pale, and her husband isn't even with her. Poor thing... wait, what's happening? Someone call for help! A pregnant woman just fainted in the hallway!"

Why does he seem so indifferent? She clenched her pen tightly, unsure how to respond, but knowing she had no other options. Taking a deep breath, Bianca pushed her doubts aside and completed her paperwork. The room was silent, except for the scratch of pens on paper. A short while later, the marriage certificates were issued. Bianca glanced at Theo, whose demeanor remained aloof, as though this entire process was just another task to check off his list. She bit her lip. Grip, tightening on the certificate. What have I just got myself into? Bianca felt a pang of sadness, but couldn't deny how surreal the moment was. For years, she had imagined marrying Edward, yet here she was married to a ma

She gives me the I dare you look and I can’t complete my sentence. She goes to talk to the Shepherdess while I chat with Isaac, who also has a lot of witty remarks. “Hallelujah, brother Lord,” he beams. “Seriously, man?” “The marriage is consummated. That is a reason to celebrate,” he continues while I shake my head. He suddenly becomes serious. “No, really, man. Some people did not really recognise your marriage, until now.” I narrow my eyes, trying to analyse his words. Amari and I took our vows. Whether we consummated or not does not change that she is my wife.

A perfect match, if that was even possible. Were their algorithms really capable of assembling the perfect fit? The whole concept of a ‘perfect fit’ in general had always seemed cliché to me. Certainly great fits and happy couples existed. I had seen proof of happy marriages between two people that worked great for each other. But they were never between two people as… particular… as myself. They were always between two nice and pleasant people, not a pair of sarcastic realists, whose best friends also happened to be extremely sarcastic. For a second I paused and chuckled at the idea of marrying Cora. There’s no doubt it would be intensely amusing, but we would drive each other up the wall.

When I walked out of the funeral home, the Perfect Wife app my boyfriend, Ryan Keller, developed popped up with its 99th penalty notification. [Perfect Wife Score: -3. Reason: Too many calls.] I opened the app. Three years' worth of deductions filled the screen. I lost a point for asking him to pick me up from work in the pouring rain. Apparently, that made me too dependent. Three more disappeared after a fight because I refused to admit I was wrong. According to the app, that made me dishonest. Then there were the ten points I lost because I once asked Mom to pretend she was sick for me. Apparently, that meant she had raised me badly. I scrolled through the list without feeling much o

"Just like you managed to find another woman, Sean will definitely find the right one." Harvey pressed his head in annoyance. If he knew Angel would mention himself and Caroline as an example, he'd better not have to tell her the fact that he's in love with Caroline. These are separate issues, so Angel can't see Harvey and Sean as the same person. Two people cannot be generalized. Since the first Harvey and Angel were not matched, while Sean is a typical person who does not give up easily. Sean has done a lot of things to get to this point. Sean only needs to marry Angel so that their happiness is perfect, but Angel is so stubborn with her stance. "And the right person for Sean is you. Only

Victor and Tina had been one of those forever couples, I met him in first semester 100 level and they became an item in second semester, they had their ups and downs but they never broke up before. “Marriage, she is the first daughter and her parents had increased the pressure of wanting her married, she complained to me a while ago and I told her I wasn’t ready for marriage yet, man still need to hustle and she had been acting strange, I caught her with another man a month ago and we had an epic fight. I said some hurtful things, she said some worse things and we split up. End of story.” Victor sighed as I shook my head. In a way I knew this would happen. It is rare for first daughters who

How dramatic did that sound? Dinner was going really well. Very well, until some blonde dude who was hitting on Brianna had asked a question about a series she was starring in. "I think that character is somewhat difficult to execute because she has a seemingly perfect marriage but is going through her lowest of lows while at it." Brianna explained her experience briefly. "I'm definitely rooting for the wife and I feel so bad for her because she's stuck being married to an egocentric, narcissistic husband who only thinks about himself." My eyes were trained on Damien as I spoke.

A friendly personality, always smiling—that figure was no longer to be found by her. There was only a cold, untouchable, and rough figure that she now encountered—a figure who desperately wanted to make her suffer continuously. Her heart could not lie that there was still a tiny spark of feeling that might continuously grow if she stayed with the man. Tears flowed down her cheeks, which she instantly wiped away. "Renata... where are you," Melvin mumbled in his sleep, making her tears instantly flow uncontrollably again. She had never imagined that the man forced her to marry him simply because his lover had left a week before the wedding. She had not imagined that there was a third person in

“Your favorite parts, huh? If my cock isn't your favorite part of my body, then I'm not doing my job properly. I promise you that I'm about to remedy that." She beamed at me, a hint of wonder in her eyes. I supposed this was as surreal to her as it was to me. We were never meant to be together, two parallel lines. We were never meant to be so perfect together. "Allow me to make you another promise, Elena." I lifted her hand and grabbed the ring she designed, placing it at the tip of her finger before I looked into her eyes. "You and I started our marriage under the worst possible circumstances, and even now, it feels like so much stands