The Perfect Marriage Characters Novels & Stories

Her voice hardened again, the doubt sealed over, the mask reassembled. "I believe in commitment. I believe in showing up. I believe in choosing someone every day, even when the feeling isn't there, even when the fire has gone out, even when the person you chose isn't the person you dreamed of. That's what marriage is, Adam. Not fireworks. Not rivers. Not grand, suicidal gestures. Showing up. And I showed up. Every single day. While you were unconscious, while you were dreaming about her, I was in meetings with your father and my father and a team of twelve lawyers, making sure that when you woke up, you would still have a life to come back to."

The living room has a small old sofa with a circular dining table with four chairs. The girl opens her eyes and sees her handsome husband's face, who is sleeping like a baby with an open mouth, his hair in a disheveled state and there is vermillion marks on his face and neck area, a blush crept on her face seeing her nails marks on his chest. She shook her head, to behave like a newly wedded wife even though they have been married for two years. She tried to get up but her husband hold on to her is so tight, she tried to remove his hand but all in vain, finally she shook him and said: "Manik, please remove your hand . I have to get ready otherwise you will get late for the work ".

A/P “A great marriage is not when the ‘perfect couple’ comes together. It is when an imperfect couple learns to enjoy their differences.” – Dave Meurer

Was all Mari could say. Andrei nodded and left Mari for a moment to say goodbye to everyone. Mari followed Andrei's gaze as he walked away, swallowing hard. Finally, what Mari had been waiting for, that she and Andrei would become as one, would come true. She knew that there was still a lot to happen in her married life with Andrei but she would try to be the perfect Wife to Andrei. She will become the thoughtful and caring Wife to her husband no matter what happened.

Mar Edith Jeferson and her husband, Freeman Jeferson, moved to the city three years ago, they had a 9-year marriage in which they lived for people as if they were the happiest couple in the world, perfect for each other. They are successful professionals and had no children, she was light brown, always extroverted, her husband had a reserved personality, he was an extremely kind man, in all aspects they were good people. The couple leads a life that everyone dreams of, they always are happy, their neighbors have never seen them fight, they have seen them working in the garden.

She still couldn't understand why a man that perfect chose to marry her, when he could have easily gotten someone who could match his class. Alexander was labeled the number one most handsome and most successful man in the entire country. "Haa, I can imagine the shock on people's faces if they ever find out that I am his wife". She said to herself in the car. She had just entered the restaurant when she heard her name. "Ayla"? She turned, only to see Daniel. He rushed over and hugged her and just as she pushed him away, she heard her name again. "Ayla"?

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.

Even now, I was staring at the wall thinking of answers of the one question that had been eating me alive. Where did I go wrong? I had been always trying to be the perfect wife for him, just like he needed. No tantrums, no disturbance, no sweet talks. I managed his schedules, his diet plan, his itinerary perfectly, no mistakes, no error. He hated mistakes, he was a perfectionist, my perfect husband. Till yesterday, I thought I was perfect for him, I thought I was what he needed. Even if I had to murder my inner romance craving girl for that, I was happy. Guess what? My entire life had been a lie. Our marriage had been a lie.

By the side, the Third Elder had already opened his mouth and said, "It's said in ancient times that a perfect couple is a perfect match. It was just a casual remark, but I didn't expect it to be an eye-opener today." "Third Elder, you're right. The more you look at it, the more you like it. This man is handsome and unrestrained. He has peerless merits. The woman is graceful and has the ability to breathe for tens of thousands of breaths. This is a perfect match for the world." "This is the so-called perfect combination." Everyone was very happy, and Holy Spark was also very happy. He laughed loudly and waved his hand, "I am also very optimistic and very satisfied. However, marriage is not s

The sight nearly drove him mad but he had managed to control himself and then, she had to say that she would have loved it if Christian was her husband instead of him. He knew he wasn’t perfect, but he had been trying to be the perfect husband to Charlotte. But, instead of appreciating him, she tells him that she is going to get married to Christian. Never again! He was done trying to be the perfect man for Charlotte. “Wake him up!” Sebastian ordered and picked up a dagger. Jonathan grabbed the bucket of ice and spalashed it on Dexter who was was naked. “AHHH!” Dexter screamed as the bucket of ice touched his body. The scream got louder when he saw that Sebastian was in the room.