The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

“Are you perfect?” “No.” “Then why should your future wife have all the pressure to be flawless? It’s okay to be annoyed at the person you love sometimes. It’s natural if something they do makes you sad, or if you do something that is less than optimal. We all make mistakes. If that’s why you’re still single—because you’re looking for Miss Perfect—you are going to be single for a very, very long time.” “I don’t think I’m expecting her to be perfect,” Parker said with a frown. “Just the relationship.”

“Didn’t you say you’re going to put your company and your work first? Don’t tell me I am now on your priority list?” “This is also for the sake of my company.” The steel doors opened and he pulled her inside along with him, he was holding her hands tight as though he was afraid she would run off. “A caring husband who would put his wife first, the embodiment of a perfect man living a perfect life, isn’t that beautiful?” Beautiful? Is that truly considered beautiful?

Smile thin as a blade. “Lucas Harrington,” he greeted smoothly. “You look well.” Lucas didn’t return the smile. “Adrian Cole.” Amara felt the tension shift instantly. This was no rumor. This was history. Adrian’s gaze moved to her. Assessing. Calculating. “So this is the wife,” he said. “You do have a talent for unexpected decisions.” “Say what you want and leave her out of it,” Lucas said coldly. Adrian chuckled. “You always did overestimate your control.”

It pained me unintentionally that he thought this low of me. "I don't need to dig in your wife's personal affairs, Mr. Black but you should. I mean she's your wife and The Blacks believe in keeping their reputation above everything. Your Mrs. Perfect is a first class slut, Mr. Black. Go and dig into her past and present. I can assure you that you don't have to dig deeper because as much as she's beautiful, her brain is rotten. After all, you're very good at spying on people to find out their flaws. You did it years ago, you can do it again." I tried to give him the taste of his own medicine.

No matter how much she was offered help, she always declined it, wanting to do things on her own. No man in his right frame of mind would have an interaction with her and no fall in love with either her beauty, her personality or even her intelligence. They just had to fall in love with one of her unique qualities or fall in love with the lady. She was loved by all and she was almost perfect save for her always tardy and she could be a bit of a perfectionist. Other than that, you could said Rose was a perfect lady. She was everything any man would want in a wife.

They both are crazy about their wives. I saw them getting paranoid about losing them. They have become over-possessive fools. But it seems they are madly in love with them. I can't spend life with some stupid girl. I wanted a perfect bride. Who has to be beautiful, attractive, well educated, independent, witty, intelligent, a bit aggressive yet kind and caring. Well, a long list of qualities... I know, but I wanted a perfect bride if I ever settle down. I want someone in my life too. Someone perfect.

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked hag

"You are perfect! Everyone says you are perfect wife, perfect daughter-in-law, perfect woman... but to me... you are just PERFECTLY BORING! You never make mistakes, you never speak loudly, you never disagree, you never show anger or temper... you are like a programmed robot doing everything exactly how people expected you to do! There is absolutely nothing exciting, special, or surprising about you anymore! Everything is always predictable and safe! How do you expect me to be attracted or interested in you forever when you are like this?" "So being perfect and good to you is actually my mistake?" I whispered in shock and disbelief, feeling like every word he said was tearing my soul apart pi

“ You irritate me” Alexander flinched. Good. “ For years,I tried to be the perfect wife for you,” She whispered. “ I tried to love you. To make this marriage work. But all along…”Her voice cracked. “ I was just an insignificant figure”. She turned to Christiana. “ You can have him. Both of you deserve each other”. Christiana smirked. “ Oh, don't worry I already know”.

I could feel the tears threatening to fall from my eyes but I kept pushing them back with a sigh. "I want to be a good wife to him, a perfect wife, mum" I said, looking back at her face. "This is the perfection he wants" My mum said gesturing her hands at me. Her words made me remember when Jason had told me that 'I am the perfect wife for him'. I had thought he was just saying that because he was desperate to marry me. "You are a great wife who loves her husband so much and you're gonna make a great mother, you're not gonna be like me" She smiled with glossy eyes. "Baby, you are gonna be better than I am, I know that"