The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

she said with a small smile, “that one.” I followed her eyes. The title was etched in gold against the faded green cover: The Perfect Wife: Grace in the Eyes of Society. Clara sighed. “It was written by the second wife of Mr. Kingston’s great-great-grandfather.” My brows lifted. “Second wife?” She nodded, looking at the distance. “Yes. The first wife… she was said to be very different. Full of life. Independent. People say she died from a disease, but…” Clara trailed off, as if remembering she wasn’t supposed to say more.

“I’ll only be perfect if I can stand beside you as the rich, little obedient wife your partners expect you to have.” “Obedient? You are far from obedient, Nomes. I don’t want or need you to be perfect. I want you to be who you are. I know what I said earlier about you attending events with me, but I didn’t mean that I wanted you to be like all the other wives. There’s a reason I never took a woman to any of the events. Even when I was with them, I was ashamed of them, but I’m not ashamed of you. You are the only woman I’ve ever thought was good enough to be on my arm at those events. You are the only one that I’ve ever wanted to take to one. If you want to be like them, fine. If you don’t wa

"I don't want to sound like a blindly jealous wife, but sometimes I can’t understand why you chose a woman like me as a wife, Stone. I am not a virgin. I am not even hot or sexy. You should be with a woman who is perfect. Not someone used and tainted like me." "May." Stone grabbed May's chin to raise her gaze back up. "What are you talking about? You are the perfect woman, my snow. You must understand that virginity is not what makes you perfect. The way you carry yourself, your nature, the way you treat others, that's what makes you perfect. And if you're saying that you're not beautiful, then you're very wrong, sweetheart. You're so intoxicating, you take my breath away every time I look a

he agreed with me while nodding his head with a blank face. "She's perfect in everything unlike me. She's pretty, she's a good cook, she takes care of me like a mother, she does chores. She's a perfect wife a man would like to have in his life. I'm trying to be as perfect as her but I can't." a chuckle left my lips as I recalled all my failed attempts trying to be as perfect as her. "Umm can I ask you something?" I turned my head to face him. The great Derek Frost wants to ask me something? Wow!

Chapter Three — Drew Jacob's Wife He wasn’t, in fact, dying to meet me like my parents made me believe That realization didn’t come on my wedding day because that day was perfect , It came as I became his wife , Actually living with him was hell . I had been married to Drew Jacobs for two years, and in those two years, I learned that a marriage could exist without love, affection , or kindness and still look perfect to everyone watching from the outside, We just had to play our paths perfectly.

Another message popped up, "Tell no one if you want to live." "Nothing!" Adriana retorted sharply," I just need to...." "Nathan!" Someone yelled from afar and Adriana twisted in the direction the voice came from. Rodriguez and his wife. He was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt that showed his bubbly nature and grey shorts that exposed a little more than his tanned thighs. His wife, on the other hand, was dressed in a long summer gown that had printed hibiscus all round and fitted well with her fashion sense and comfort.

To my surprise, Max says, “Leave her alone. Elanor isn’t here for you to harass her.” The woman on his lap is quick to chime in, “You should have higher standards, Brandon. Look at her. She is letting herself go now that she is married.” The woman snaps her finger, “Hey, poor girl. You girl, Max’s wife, pay attention.” I look over at her. “Would you like me to make a diet plan for you? I’m a model, so I know what it takes to stay fit. You should really think about losing some weight. When Maxwell can finally free himself from you, it will be time for you to latch onto another rich man. If you look like you do now, you won’t find one.” In a calm voice, I reply, “Thank you for your advice, but

He finally answered. There’s nothing more than she’d want more. She is happily married. She has a loving husband and a great son, lives in a beautiful house, and has a fulfilling job that she wouldn’t exchange for the world. No one is perfect. Thus, no life is perfect too but her whole life has been bliss since she met Jack three years ago. “Mommy.” Elias was holding his stuffed toy. His hair was messy and he was trying to open his sleepy eyes. “Did Daddy leave already?”

My roommate, John Swift, asked in shock, “Pete, are you throwing that away? I thought you cherished that photo a lot.” I shook my head and cut Bella out of the family portrait. I tore it into pieces. John seemed to understand. “Pete, is your wife alive?” I pulled out my phone. Someone had sent me a text two weeks ago. [Bella’s still alive.] There was a photo attached to the message. It was a selfie of Bella and Carlson. Two weeks ago, I found out that my wife, who had supposedly been dead for five years, was still alive. When I first found out the news, I could not even sleep.

What the actual fuck? “Stay the fuck away from my husband.” I said. Pulling Elena away from Aldric as I stood in front of him. “Elena, how did you…” Helen scoffed, “I see you got an even fiestier wife than the first one. That's sexy.” “What the fuck is going on?” I asked. “Elena, if you would let her explain…. “Actually, I would love to tell your lovely wife the truth , she's quite the beauty,” Helen said, biting her lips as she stared at me.