The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

“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.”

“He is my husband Debby, speak about him with respect. Today is my anniversary as well as some important announcement he wants to make for the company, you are being so negative? Be happy for me” she said softly, her angel voice not even notes higher than a mouse’s. Debby shrugged in resignation. “Can you move over there, ma’am?” A camera man walked up to her. Mary was taken aback. “I am the CEO’s wife, this is where I should stand, by his side” she protested at the man’s request.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”

Facing her like this, Marvin was completely powerless to resist. Looking straight into his wife’s eyes, Marvin replied with a bashful smile, “Hmph. Whatever answer you're imagining is already inside your head, my love.” Marvin glanced away and added, “Perhaps we shouldn't discuss things that even teenagers already know.” Gennifer ran her fingers through her hair once more, then wet her lips with the tip of her tongue in a slow, provocative motion. To Marvin, the word *perfection* was the only way to describe his wife. Her beauty and elegance had long been acknowledged by high society in Gloriston.

She was really sick when she saw that her husband chose another woman who was not equal to her to replace her in his heart. Even though all this time she had tried to be a perfect woman in the eyes of her husband so that he did not turn away from her at all. However, because of her ambition, she had to lose her husband's great love for her. Zillion prefers other women who can give him warmth, not perfection. And that was what Cassie kept remembering until it felt like she wanted to explode. She wanted to pour out all her anger on everyone and blame everyone for the bad luck she was experiencing at this time.

I switch it on then looking for entertainment news or show then suddenly a news caught my attention. ‘Breaking news one of the hottest supermodel now in America Miss Shane Sandoval is in a relationship now with her co-model Alexa Gray.’ My tears ran down to my face immediately watching Shane’s interview together with her new partner. They’re so sweet together, like a perfect couple of the century. I stand up but my legs are shaking and my body is trembling in anger. I'm lost now. I lost the woman that I love so dearly with all of my heart because of that one stupid mistake.

"We both the truth. You were a convenient distraction to Alan. You know he never loved you. He married you because of Mom so that he could get his inheritance." Elena's voice rose, "Oh really? You know, I think you should go find yourself a man than meddling in other people's marriage affairs. You can't stay away from Alan because you can't make it on your own." Leah's voice dripped with venom, "At least I'm not a barren, useless wife like you." Elena's hand rose and fell in rapid succession, her palms striking Leah's cheek with a loud crack, once, twice three times leaving Leah's face red and stinging.

“You’re asking me to believe something completely opposite to everything I know about her. I need more than accusations, Julia. What exactly did she do to you?” She was always the perfect woman, the good submissive wife. Ever since we were young adults, the guys never noticed me. They always noticed her. She was the kind of woman every man wanted to marry – beautiful, sweet, responsible, smart. I hated it. I hated every bit of her and that’s why I stole her husband without a second thought. She deserved it. By doing that, I wanted her to know that she wasn’t as perfect as she thought she was. I bite my lip, trying to push my thoughts down, but it’s no use.

In the confines of the car, Vivienne finally dropped her mask of innocence. "Isolde, why are you doing all this?" She swirled the Bloody Mary in her hand, her eyes full of mockery. "A guilty conscience? Or is there some other reason?" "Because it's what you've always dreamed of, isn't it?" I leaned against the car window. "My husband, my power, my wealth... Vivienne, you've won." "Hmph." She sneered. "Don't think this will make me grateful. You're the one who ruined my human life."

she replied, “I can’t believe we are breaking history, a maid is marrying her boss.” “I don’t think anybody would believe that for you look nothing like a maid.” “But I was a maid.” “Was, but not anymore, you are my imperfect perfection,” he replied that she could only smile and wondered how can they be a perfection that is imperfect? Not getting her answer, she smiled more pronounced and listened to the priest, today is a very big day to her, a day she had looked forward to all her life with the man beside her. And she knew that just as his words ‘imperfect perfection’ confused her, so would their love confuse anyone who tries to ruin them.