The Perfect Wife's Revenge Mga Nobela at Kwento

She still couldn't believe she would be the daughter-in-law of the Harrington family, a family with the strongest hold in California’s elite business circles. No one from her family would be pleased when Theo Harrington married her, especially Rebecca, who wanted everything she owned. And then there was the abominable Edward Smith. He was probably already making plans to torment me, ripping me off all the power from the North Corporation and snatching the percentage of whatever shares I hold in that company, she thought. They might retaliate once they learn about this new development. With Theo, she could not help but feel anxious about the next day. Life was in the hands of the powerful The

amn wife lesson, the wicked woman who punished me for my father! Why didn't I think of putting her name on my Death List?

“I mean, we talked about a few things, and I think it won’t be difficult to get the information I need from him.” Carolina’s lips curled into a sly smile as she leaned slightly against the counter. “See? It wasn’t that bad. And I’m sure if you keep up the act, you’ll get your perfect revenge on your ex-husband.” Her words hung in the air, sharp and deliberate. My stomach churned, a mix of satisfaction and unease settling in.

I kind of felt like I deserved this. I didn’t think this was cheating. I didn’t think it should count. I won't think about Ryan or what he did. This isn't about him... It's about me. I had been the perfect wife. Loyal. Quiet. Supportive. I had been the ideal daughter-in-law, the flawless sister-in-law. I gave everything. I lost everything. I think, just for once… I deserve to be reckless. Just one night.

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!’

I'm sorry for living. “Sorry?" Elena scoffed, folding her arms. “Sorry doesn't change the fact that my son married a woman who brings nothing to his life" Nothing? A small laugh came out of my mouth. I wanted to argue that Adrian, my husband would not be in his position if it weren't for me but I said nothing because what could a wife do for her husband? My hands trembled as I cleaned the table. Elena continued to track my every movement. “What exactly do you do all day?" The old woman whispered. “You don't work. You don't manage anything…”

“Incredible. I’m your wife, Ronald. I’m expecting your child, and you choose him over me?” “This isn’t a personal issue,” he replied, his tone heavy with cold certainty. “It’s about the business.” “Don’t you dare sideline me like that. I have a stake in this too!” she retorted, her fists clenched in frustration. Ronald’s gaze intensified, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I’ve made my decision, Catherine. It’s set in stone.” A thick silence ensued. Catherine’s eyes glistened with unshed tears of anger, yet she held them back. Without saying another word, she turned and stormed out, leaving Ronald in the wake of her fury.

"Why don't you just tell me who you are?" I was irritated by the man, so I stood up and looked him in the eye. "I'm Radleigh Adams' wife. If you're planning something, I suggest you give it up." "Radleigh's... wife?" The man lifted his chin slightly, looked up at the ceiling, and repeated the title over and over again. "Radleigh's wife... Interesting!" "You'd better let me go. If my husband finds out I'm gone, he'll search the whole city. Maybe he'll kill you."

“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 defend myself? How am I supposed t

In her elegant bridesmaid’s gown, her hair and makeup flawless, she could have been any of Chelsea’s manicured clones, but the spark in her eyes set her apart. I made the mistake of asking Chelsea who she was the next day, setting my wife off on one of her jealous rants. I never mentioned Jessica again and did my best to stay away from all of Chelsea’s friends. I needed my reputation to remain spotless if my plan was going to work. Now, finally, it has. My wife fucked up, I have the proof, and I will finally be free. Free to return to my single life and free to fuck anyone I want, including Jessica Williams.