The Perfect Marriage Synopsis Novels & Stories

She got a dream job she had long forgotten about and now, she is even married to the wealthiest man in the City. With her eyes closed, she sucked in air as she spoke. "I'm never waking up".

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!"

Not even with the sudden appearance of Selena, his ex, the one he had cheated on her with the first year of the marriage, the same lady he promised he had gotten over. “I have to go and see him. Maybe, he would have an explanation to give me” she replied with a lost look in her eyes. “Are you crazy? How could you still act like nothing is happening Mary? That man just ruined your life” “You are shouting Debby. It's my marriage not yours” Mary replied, fighting back the tears that were building up in her eyes. Debby stared at her like she was mad. “I have always tried to understand why you let this man treat You this way but I can't keep on making excuses for you. You are a wasted woman in lo

He remained standing, hands shoved into his pockets, his jaw tight like he was holding something back. His hesitation only made me more annoyed. “Say what you came here to say, Cole.” He looked at me then, and for the first time in hours, his eyes held that same intensity I was used to. That same pull that made it impossible to look away. “We’ve been doing this for months now,” he started. “And on the surface, it looks perfect. We work together like we own the world. We have sex like it’s the only thing keeping us alive. We laugh, we argue, we challenge each other. We live together like not entirely like strangers. We've got used to ourselves despite being forced into this marriage from the

Lucas’s father added. “That’s not fair.” I mumbled in frustration. How was I suppose to have a happy marriage? “I know it’s not.” Lucas whispered as my waist was grabbed and I was pulled into his chest. I instantly relaxed into his chest and sighed. This was how a marriage was suppose to be. He was a few inches taller than me and still I felt like I fit into him perfectly. “I just want a perfect marriage.” I whispered as I closed my eyes. “I know.” Lucas stated as he rubbed my back. “One like the movies, I want to be happy.” I added so he could know that I didn’t think this was perfect.

"You didn't fix him. He wasn't broken. But you made him better. Made him want to be better. That's what real love does." Chloe was crying. Happy tears streaming. "Chloe, my little sister. The person I helped raise. Protected. Worried about constantly." He smiled. "Letting you grow up was hard. Watching you fall in love was harder. But watching you marry the right person? That's easy. Because Marcus is right for you. Completely. Perfectly." He took a breath. Looked at both of them. "Marriage isn't about perfection. It's not about never fighting or never struggling. It's about choosing each other. Every day. Every moment. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard."

When the crowd began to thin, Damion leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear in what appeared to be an affectionate gestures but his words sent a cold chill down her spine. “Just so you know, this marriage was a business deal,” he whispered, his voice low and dangerous. “Now we’re almost done with the charade, I thought you should know that I own you now and you are to do exactly as I say or else your parents will suffer if you refuse me, and I’m sure you love your parents so much than to watch them suffer.”

"I'll think about giving you a quick death." Ron's face froze. He looked at me as if I were a stranger. Then he gritted his teeth. "I realize now that I don't know you at all." I looked at the man I had loved. I had naively thought that marriage would put me out of my misery. But the fact proves that marriage not only cannot shelter the wind and rain for the woman, but can also lead the woman into another abyss. It's a bottomless pit that deprives women of their freedom and their future.

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

The very place that had once felt like a home now loomed over her like a prison. Madison’s words stung like a slap. “Yes, Mrs. Asher, we will live in your mansion as my husband, Mr. Samuel , has signed a deal with your husband, Mr. Asher until they complete their project. We will live here; hope you don’t have any problems!” The hurt in Madison’s eyes was unmistakable, and Sophia couldn’t bear to meet her gaze. The hatred simmering just beneath the surface was too much to confront.