The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

The Perfect Husband #57 In Rivercity,Helena shook her head looking at her husband. “Why would he go to that man?” “That man is his father.” “That man is the devil himself!” “Helly-“ “No! Adrian should know better than that. He shouldn’t want anything to do with that man and his million kids.” “If he could forgive you, why shouldn’t he try and work things out with his father?” “Because that man is the reason for me leaving! Adrian witnessed the abuse I endured because of that man. Every single day!” Her voice shook. “He can’t have us both.”

the young man noticed Alisha his frown was more than a frown it looked like a line, pleased with his mischief, he commented "She's a good wife. She is very beautiful, I was blessed with a real woman." Alisha felt so irritated by that disgusting way of praising a woman, true, she could have such beauty. But, she would be so ¿perfect? she hasn't met anyone in her life who doesn't make a mistake. That young man doesn't know what he's talking about, he's only tempted her wrath. So he cocked a smile.

He roars and Natalia flinches with a whimper. “I am sorry.” Natalie says, inching further away from Noah as he, in turn, makes his way even closer to her. “And that cannot change anything, can it?” He asks with a cruel smile. “I cannot come back home to peace and quiet. It’s always you, you disobedient wife. It either you never know what to do, or you never know how to do things properly.” Noah shakes his head as he says so. “I thought you could be the perfect woman. The model wife. I am only trying to shape you into a better home keeper, but here you are, you ungrateful woman...” Noah continues to speak and Natalia is frightened by his tone of voice.

She had grown. Lena was no longer the teenager and young adult I used to know. She was a full grown fucking woman. She was no longer the girl I had fallen in love with. The public knew nothing yet, but she was not happy in her marriage and it showed if you got close. She came out now in a robe that had Vincent's initials on the chest area and anyone who had seen her would conclude that they were so in love. She was the perfect trophy wife on the media. Little did they fucking know… miss perfect was actually fighting for her life in the hands of her 'loving' husband.

After we remarry, I become the gentle, understanding, and perfect wife Christian Falkner always wants. I no longer stop him from spending time with other women or lose my temper when he forgets our anniversaries. Even when I see him sharing an intimate embrace with Sheryl Jensen on TV, I simply turn it off and pretend I see nothing. Christian thinks I've finally become more sensible. He even promises to bid on a priceless diamond necklace from a royal collection as a reward for me. But Christian doesn't know that I quietly cancel my residency in Seronia, erase every trace of myself, and board a flight to Evinor. I'm leaving Seronia and walking away from him for good.

I stared at Rowan with wide eyes as he ended the call and blocked Josh's contact on my phone. Anger flared within me as I saw the other patrons looking at us in shock. They had heard Rowan publicly declare me as his wife. "Mr. Carson, why did you end my call like that? You promised to keep our marriage a secret because you have a true love. What right do you have to interfere in my own affairs?" I queried Rowan coldly. I couldn’t believe the partiality. He told me that I was his wife on paper only and that I shouldn’t broadcast that I was his wife—a trophy that any other woman would be proud to post on social media. And yet, he snatched my phone and declined my potential suitor. Was that how

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

Why was I just sitting here while my wife was betraying me? I looked into the room. My wife's mother had given us an antique vanity whose mirror was no longer attached as firmly as it should have been and it tilted slightly downward. I thought absently about how I was supposed to have fixed it some time ago ... but now I was happy and yet sad that I hadn't. It afforded me a view of the bed; it let me watch my wife and her lover. Her wailing was increasing. My wife was not a quiet lover; her passion started as low moans, almost growls, that kept rising in volume and pitch until her climax. I could tell she was near, could hear her wailing rising to a fever pitch.

The man all the girls in the merchant's family want to marry. "Marry him, help him, Kylie. Give him an heir, be a good wife, so that our family can be protected forever," my father whispered in my ear on our wedding day. Afrer I got married, I did everything my father asked me to do. I became the Mrs. Adams that everyone admired and imitated. I provide my husband with emotional support and business advice, help him socialize in high society, and deal with secret and tricky issues. I can assure you that, apart from not being pregnant, I am doing better than any other lady in high society.

She couldn't shake the feeling that her life was a lie, that she was trapped in a marriage that was suffocating her. As the evening drew to a close, Julian took Rory's hand and led her out of the ballroom. "I'm so proud of you, Rory," he said, his voice low and husky. "You're always so poised and elegant. You're the perfect wife." Rory felt a surge of resentment at his words. Perfect wife? Was that all she was to him? A trophy to be displayed and admired? But she pushed the feelings aside and smiled up at Julian. "Thank you, darling," she said, her voice dripping with sweetness. "You're always so charming and handsome. You're the perfect husband."