The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

But just because of her this mistake it became a cunning and evil plotting place for Zen to trouble Karan. Even before this we tried to attack Dia thinking the company she was handling was hers but it turned out to be her bestfriends father and I guess she values that old man more than anything. She staying awake and reluctantly working hard got them out of that crisis which occured accidentally as we ployed their rivals. And now he is inside the jail, rotting in hell and thankfully he doesn't have any proof of us being involved in that. But the way she being far from her family and husband keeping her sacred relation on a thin thread helped them was commendable. While her husband turned out

“My mother seemed to have missed you, but I have a wife now. My door is open, get out while I am asking nicely.” Sofia sighed, adding, “I saw your wife through the pictures your mother sent to me. You like that type of woman, no class, and no background?” Dalvin scowled at her. “So, you’re slandering my wife when you have just returned? I don’t want to be involved with you so get out.”

After divorcing my unfaithful husband, Yale Gibson, I end up completely miserable. So when we remarry, I become the perfect wife he always wanted. When rumors swirl about him and Willow Leeds, I step forward to clear his name. When Willow falsely accuses me, he turns a blind eye while I immediately take the blame and apologize. Even when I'm set up and brought to the police station, I refuse to call him to bail me out. I simply tell the officers I have no family, letting them lock me up for an entire week. Seven days later, the heavy gates of the police station clang open at dusk. A sleek black Cullinan screeches to a halt right in front of me. Yale strid

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.

The director interjected, and Jordan and I smiled. "What can I say? My woman is just too perfect." Jordan responded, and I grinned. Right now, I was being the perfect trophy wife who hung on her husband's arm and smiled at the rest of the world. Being a society heiress, and being betrothed to the president's son put me up the on the list of America's housewives. And I fuckin' owned the role.

In fact, she was the first woman to ever tell me no when I propositioned them. “Tiffany.” I called to her. She looked back and sighed. “I told you I’m not interested.” “But why?” I asked. “I’m not here for a fuck; I’m here for a husband.” She answered simply. I didn’t want to let her go. She was too interesting in this mundane life so I said, “I’ll be your husband.” “I’m being serious.” She said. “So am I.” I answered. She looked me up and down again and said, “I guess you’ll do.”

Breathing a sigh of relief, I went towards the car to welcome him and ask why he wasn't home early but the sight in front of me shocked me. He was my husband alright. But my husband was with a child who looked to be about five years old. And a woman was also getting down from the vehicle. The woman was gorgeous. Tall, smooth caramel skin, and long curled hair that looked too perfect for someone stepping out of a car in the rain. She laughed at something Jason said, casually looping her arm through his as though she belonged there. I stood frozen as MY HUSBAND lifted the child up in his hands and started walking towards OUR HOUSE.

I remind her and she lets out a sigh. “And I would love to hear my wife’s angelic voice,” I add while she shakes her head. “You don’t even know if can sing.” “My wife is perfect in everything she does,” I declare and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Fine, I will return to the choir. Happy?” she concedes and I am thrilled. I love this woman. “Very.” We are heading towards the exit when I give Leah a thumbs up and hear cheers behind us. They really love and value my wife here. I need to come up with ideas on how we can remain here when my poor guy is blown.

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

She was taught that a perfect lady doesn't cry in public and looks confident and beautiful all the time. "If he's looking at another woman, then you must be doing something wrong. Always be perfect. Do you understand?" Her mother would say. But even after being the perfect wife and vice CEO, she was still struggling to keep her marriage from falling apart. With a heavy sigh, She stood from where she sat and decided to wear a pretty dress. The short tight black dress that Brandon loved so much. "He might have danced with another but he's still my husband. He always comes back home to me right?" She whispered as she started to apply makeup.