The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

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."

Sebastian was with Isabella, holding her hand. Another message came in. Look, there’s no place for you at all. They’re the perfect couple. I stared at the phone screen with a blank expression. I knew how much Andrian disliked me and always told me to step back from being Sebastian’s wife. Saying that Isabella was perfect in every way. In the past, I thought that wasn’t true. I always believed I had a chance to be loved by Sebastian. But now, I know the truth. So, I replied to the message:

amazing people I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting in my life. I’m sorry about the way I ended things maybe I could have done things better. A part of me would always care for you.” Natasha stepped a step closer finally meeting his eyes. Then silence again. It was comfortable like a silence between two long-time friends. A slight cough brought them apart and their heads around. Rachel had heard everything. So this was the Natasha. She looked like she belonged to a magazine cover. She was tall with the most alluring brown eyes. Her wavy blonde hair rested beautifully on her shoulders. She was perfect. Natasha held out a hand to her. “Oh hi, I didn’t know you were here. I’m Natasha.” “Hey I

"Yes, I stay at your house, but I cook, clean, and do everything I can to make your life easier. And don't think I don't know about your lies, blaming me for giving Fudge an upset stomach? The cat is thriving. Don't pin her pregnancy on me just because you need someone to take your frustrations out on." Theo's eyes narrowed, his voice dropping to a dangerous growl. "How dare you talk back to me? Why shouldn't I?" Her gaze locked with his, unflinching despite her exhaustion. "What exactly do you want from me, Theo? You've made it clear what you think of me. A shameless woman who isn't worth your respect." Theo's hand twitched, loosening slightly but not letting go. "Don't forget that you..."

The sweet cologne of his perfect wife caught up to his nose and it made him look to his side where she was standing, her eyes shining with delight as she looked at him. He cleared his throat and stared straight ahead. It was Selene O'Malley, his wife. Her face was perfect; her body was perfect. "I'll go in first," She said softly before walking in front of him to the door. Even her walking pose was perfect. And that perfection of hers was what was suffocating to him. Unlike the woman he had a one-night stand with the previous night, she felt fake. Chase knew comparing his wife to a woman he'd only met briefly was cruel but he couldn't help it. His wife was just too remarkable but she had no

It was never enough. My boss, Mr. Callahan, was a relentless perfectionist. Every mistake, every misstep, was met with cold, cutting scrutiny. I had never felt pressure like this before. It was suffocating, like a weight pressing down on my chest, and the cracks in my carefully constructed image were beginning to show. I could feel them spreading, tiny fissures threatening to shatter everything I had built. And then there was Vera. My perfect, beautiful wife. The woman I had chosen. The woman who, lately, barely looked at me.

We are created to love and be loved, and I believe we can all agree that love is the most fantastic and indescribable emotion known to mankind. Isla was the happiest woman when she married Zero Cohen a few years ago. Zero is a caring, loving, and thoughtful husband. But was he said before was true. He isn’t perfect. They have a happy married life, but it’s not always rainbows and happiness. They argue. They fight. They have misunderstandings. But Zero’s always ensured they won’t sleep until they made up. Zero isn’t perfect, but he always tries to be one. He was the kind of husband that every woman’s dreamed of. And she was lucky to be his wife.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

"I know you can't help having nightmares. Let me help you through them." This time when he touched me, I didn't pull away. I forced myself to sit still as his fingers intertwined with mine. Forced myself to smile when he brought my hand to his lips and kissed my knuckles. Forced myself to pretend that his touch didn't make me want to scream. "There's my beautiful wife," he murmured. "There's my perfect queen." Perfect. That word again. I was supposed to be perfect. Always perfect. Never questioning, never doubting, never wanting anything he didn't give me.

Well, he did always look dashing but that was a discussion of another time. "Wow!" He did not try to hide his amazement at the sight of his wife. Every time he thought she could not look better, she surprised him. From her simple yet elegant outfit, natural makeup that highlighted her features to the beautiful smile that killed him over and over again, everything was perfect. She was perfect. And for that perfect person he had planned a perfect date. She would get the treatment that she deserved. If only, nothing went wrong. ...