The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

She tells me. “We all want a perfect marriage Liam but what is the definition of perfect? What is perfect to us might not be perfect for others. I was happy in my marriage because my husband left the home wrecker and chose to stay with me, his wife. But I never stopped to think about what I was doing to him, I just thought that he was cheating like any other man but it was different for him and I never cared to find out. Only after his death did I get to know the kind of woman she was and to this day we are still friends. I now understand why my husband loved her and she understands why he chose to stay with me. But I can’t help but feel guilty for depriving my husband of his happiness when

"I'm your husband, not Harvey." Must it be all this complicated just because of love? Our silence ended because of Harvey. Sean moved away from me, and they glanced at each other before Harvey finally said, "Sean, thanks for helping my wife. I owe a lot to ---" "No need to thank you. Shouldn't that be my duty?" Sean sneered as he walked out of the room.

“A wife should know how to satisfy her husband.” “YOU’RE NOT MY HUSBAND! I’D NEVER—“ His hand instinctively gripped tightly around her delicate throat, exerting an immense amount of pressure that caused her to gasp for air. The intensity of the situation was palpable as her eyes widened in sheer terror, desperately seeking a way to escape his grasp as he pushed her head into the water.

“My mother seemed to have missed you, but I have a wife now. My door is open, get out while I am asking nicely.” Sofia sighed, adding, “I saw your wife through the pictures your mother sent to me. You like that type of woman, no class, and no background?” Dalvin scowled at her. “So, you’re slandering my wife when you have just returned? I don’t want to be involved with you so get out.”

I hissed at her, grabbing her arm as I tried to hold my anger. “Woah! Hold there, Mr. Perfect,” she smirked mockingly at me. “You’re married already, yet you are still flirting with another woman!” She wriggled her arm, wanting to escape from my hand. “I just received a call from a friend while you were smooching with another woman this morning. In front of your sister! In front of me!”

Mason asked after some moment of uncomfortable silence. Kate removed her hands from her face and looked up at him with a serious gaze; "Because I was trying to be the perfect daughter they want me to be, the perfect daughter that I have always been. But you know what? I am done! They never really showed me love or care. I feel like a puppet meant to please everyone, I'm also very good for business, and that is what this goddamn marriage is. Business!!! I am fucking done being their tool, I am done being the perfect daughter, and if you expect me to be your perfect wife, then... screw you!!!!!!"

“I can’t do this.” Walking out is not even an option. She has to ask her estranged husband to drive her back to Preston’s place because this place is in the middle of nowhere. She hasn’t stayed there for over twenty-four hours. She's basically an intruder. Who knows what those guards would do to her?

“You can’t hide the truth forever, Martha. I’ll figure it out, and when I do, you won’t like the outcome.” With that, she strutted out of the house. The door clicked shut behind her, and I rolled my eyes at her empty threat. Still, the unease lingered. I sank into the couch lost in my thoughts for a while. The door to the laundry creaked open distracted me and I turned towards it to see, Carolina as she came out, her steps hurried as she approached me. “Is that Peter’s wife?” she asked, curiosity written all over her face. I nodded. “Yes, that’s her.”

[Perfect] I was ready to do whatever it took to bring my beloved wife back to my side, and nothing was going to stand in my way. As we neared the secluded cottage, my heart pounded in my chest, my mind racing with thoughts of my wife and children. I gestured to my men to halt the cars at a safe distance from the property, not wanting to spook my wife with a sudden arrival. The last thing I wanted was for her to bolt and disappear once again. I couldn’t risk losing my family a second time, especially not due to my own carelessness.

“Get in the fucking line. There are plenty of people watching me already.” Finally, he turned and left disgruntled. I laughed, “Amateurs.” Caprio moved closer to the bed. “You okay, boss?” I gestured him closer with two fingers. “Find her,” I ordered. Caprio blinked, trying to process the statement. “Who—” “My wife,” I said flatly. “ She walked out of this hospital and disappeared. She thinks this note is the end of the conversation.” His mouth opened slightly in dismay. “You want us to—”