The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

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.

Nothing would change that. “I’m sorry if you had to get through this,” said Tamaru as they huddled around the sickbed of their son. His wife smiled at him, caressing his shoulders. “No worries, Love! I promised to love you and your flaws, so I will.” It was at those moments that Tamaru fully appreciates his wife. She never showed any signs of giving up. She was strong, inside and out, and that made her precious. Sometimes, he wondered whether he deserved her because she’s too perfect. Maybe it’s true that the opposite attracts. Tamaru might be a strong fighter, but his will was a far cry from hers.

My eyes drift shut. What even is the perfect wife for a man like the Reaper? Soft. Obedient. Devoted. Someone who exists to soothe his edges? No. Something tells me it’s the opposite. Wild. Unpredictable. Clever enough to keep up. Sharp enough to be dangerous. Someone who doesn’t flinch at the dark, who knows how to use it. Someone broken in all the right places. Someone like me. “My idea’s close,” I say. “We bleed two millionaires for ten million over a stone barely worth one.”

“Some men, not all. For me, I prefer to chase something hard to get. The harder it is, the more challenging it is for me. At first, I didn't love Blakely, I just wanted to try to conquer her. But the more I got to know her, the more I fell into her charms. She is beautiful, good at cooking, she can take care of me and my child well. Honestly, every guy doesn't want a beautiful woman in the end. What they need is a woman who can take care of them and understand them.” "What if your wife isn't pretty?" “Fortunately my wife is beautiful, so I have no problem with that. But if my wife is not beautiful, I will help her to be beautiful with my money." Nickson ended his words with a mischievous win

Some guests turned to themselves with weird faces. The woman seating before the woman in black hat looked back. Her eyes were only able to view her deep red lips. It had the exact colour of a bull's blood. "Sapphire Blac... I, take you to be my beloved wife. I will love you unconditionally and without hesitation, for it is your heart that moves me, your spirit that inspires me, your humor that delights me, and your hand, I want to hold for all of our days. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I Promise to be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband. I will be your perfect husband.

"Then why are you in the hospital, Mr. Harvey?" "I'm looking for my ex-wife here." Ex-wife? Caroline had no idea that Harvey had been married before. Since she's been in the office this month, she's never heard of her boss' status whether she has a girlfriend or not, and it turns out that Harvey is a widower. Honestly as a normal woman, it's impossible not to admire the incredibly smart and charming Harvey. Caroline thought her admiration for Harvey was only limited to admiration from subordinates to superiors, but hearing those words just now made her body freeze.

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!"

But I didn't move an inch, not when she was staring at me that way, with those deep hazel eyes that seemed to unravel every inch of me. The mole on her jaw. Her wide hips. Her small, yet cute, beautiful face. Everything about this woman, my wife, screams PERFECTION! ‘Stop telling me what to do!’ I hissed back. ‘Oh, you don't like it? Well that is exactly what you've been doing to me since I got you!’

It was why she was panicking. "David, please," her voice shifted, dropping into that sickeningly sweet, pitiful tone she used when she wanted something. "I’ve been so good. I’ve been taking care of everything. The staff, the social calendar, Camilla’s schooling... I’ve been the perfect wife." My jaw tightened. Perfect wife? The image of her flashed in my mind — wearing Alice’s ring, holding Alice’s daughter, poisoning herself with medication, just to frame the woman I loved.