The Perfect Wife Novels & Stories

Suddenly Allen's cell phone rang indicating there was an incoming message and it turned out to be from Zeyn. My Perfect Husband : Honey, you're ready, huh. Later, we will check your content and take a walk so you don't get bored at home. Allen smiled reading the message, even at work, Zeyn was still thinking about Allen. Zeyn is the perfect husband. Without waiting, Allen immediately replied to the message saying that he would get ready. And without lingering, Allen immediately went to the bathroom, he didn't want Zeyn to wait for him a long time later, especially since Zeyn was tired of working.

If you only wanted her, then why did you even bother giving birth to me? Mom stood stunned, speechless. "When did we ever mistreat you? Both your dad and I treated both of you equally. And after we misunderstood Zora, we doted on you even more! What more could you possibly want?" "Why should I be satisfied?" Laila retorted. "So what if I had your love? She still had Simon. Why did she deserve an amazing man like him? Even without you two, she still had someone who loved her!" Tugging at her hair, she screamed hysterically, "She should've died! Everything she had should've been mine! Simon should've been mine!

They are bunch of vile animals trying to take everything from my family. I was forced to marry Antonella and then we were forced to have a daughter together. Her father has been on our case for a son, but Antonella and I both shot that down. Plus she has that weird affair with her business partner. I check out what the people are saying online. God it isn’t good. ‘So called perfect couple and the husband couldn’t even be bothered to visit his wife in hospital...’ ‘Maybe he’s taking care of their daughter?’ ‘Oh taking care of their daughter? Then where are her parents? Or his? Can’t they take care of their daughter so he can see his daughter?’

I said, trying to keep my voice even, “I need the house to stay calm. The staff work hard. Let’s not make things difficult for them.” She looked up and gave me one of her practiced smiles. “Of course, darling. I was just trying to help. You know I only want what is best for us.” She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “We are going to be married soon. This is our home now. I want it to be perfect.” I nodded, but the discomfort stayed in my chest. Perfect. That word kept coming up more and more. Victoria wanted everything perfect, the meals, the decor, the way people spoke to her.

In her mind, no one was truly perfect in this world. The so-called perfect person should not eat or drink and be capable of doing everything. That was called true perfectionism. Only gods should be so perfect. Were they gods? Weren't they just like humans like everyone else? Yet they pretended to be perfectionists. Julien found her huffing look cute, and he couldn't help but pinch her cheek. It felt tender and good. "Radical, indeed," Julien echoed. As a model husband, he needed to support his wife.

“If you wanted a meek lady of the manor with all the social niceties and the proper grooming and breeding to be a perfect hostess and compliment to you, then you should have thought before you stepped forward to marry in your brother’s stead. He knew what he was getting.” She planted her hands on her hips and stepped forward again until her chest was pressed against his midsection. “I am none of those things. I have no desire to be those things. I had set my mind to relent and to apply myself to be the perfect wife, and then the men came across the brook and overpowered me as easily as they would a child. What good am I to you or to my clan if I cannot even de

I had to be a better liar, a better actor, and a colder strategist than all of them combined. The meal was delicious, the wine was expensive, and the lie was perfect. “Is it good, Hon?” I asked, my voice tilting with a fake, girlish curiosity. “Perfect, Vic,” he said, wiping his mouth. “Everything is finally back to the way it should be.” I smiled wider, the chill in my chest growing into a blizzard. No, Dan. It’s exactly the way I want it to be. The “Perfect Wife” was serving the last meal of his innocence. And the spy was just getting started.

Angela Romero-Fernan is an ideal wife. A perfect Type-A wife to be exact. A loving wife to her husband Sebastian Fernan. A caring mother to their only son Thomas Romero Fernan. Angela also fulfills the duty of a CEO on their own family business. You see, she is the perfect ideal wife any man could wish for. But her husband Sebastian saw all those things from a different perspective. And indeed up cheating on her perfect wife Angela. And now shady things happened that their perfect marriage is at risk.

Nothing could be allowed to stop that. Not my mother. Not Tasha. No one. I would be, for three more years, the perfect contract wife. The dinners. The cameras. The board meetings. I would grow larger slowly, the way women do, and I would make the math work by giving Fabiola no reason to question it and Alvin no reason to look. A wife living in her husband's penthouse for three years. A marriage that appeared, to all the right eyes, to be the real thing.

How dare she ask who I was when she definitely saw the name on Travis's phone, I compose myself before answering. "This is his wife. Can you please hand the phone to my 'Husband'?". I emphasize the word husband so she would get a message "He's busy, can't you see? He even asked me to answer the phone for him". she said I know that she's just trying to annoy me and she's succeeding, But I can't let this woman push me around, especially not around my husband I have the right to demand his attention. "Just tell my husband that it was me. I'm Sure he would give me time for his 'wife". I told her, emphasizing on the word wife.