The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

I went to the Emperor myself and secured a decree making the princess's beloved young man her royal consort. The whole princess's residence was stunned. They'd all expected me to kick up a fuss and refuse to let him become her consort. The princess herself was delighted and bewildered. "How did you convince His Majesty?" It was a fair question. What she couldn't buy with all her military glory and the fortune she'd amassed, how had I managed to get? By asking to end our marriage, of course, and volunteering to serve as the Crown Prince's envoy to the Norvik clans. I'll spend the rest of my life protecting the peace and prosperity of the Aurelian Empire. And I'll leave Helena Clarence

She cried, “All you do is use people and bend them to your will. If that’s not saying something about you then think again, Volkov!” Her words etched onto me deeper than I wanted it to. I gulped hard, unwilling to let her see through the cracks of the mask I had in place and let go of her arm. I cleared my throat and regained my poise, “The day has been really tedious. I’ll have Maria provide you with a new pair of clothes.” “I want to be with Mikhail.” She replied, turning around to walk away, “You can spend the night yourself. Rules be damned.” A sinking feeling engulfed me, one I wasn’t used to. I watched as my wife walked away, and didn’t even have the guts to let her know she’s going th

Only shallow breathing and the soft creak of wood as people shifted farther away. “I am his wife,” I announced. “And he is my husband. Which means I am not leaving Nightfall and this marriage. There is no decree, no vote, no quiet conversation in this hall that will send me out of this pack or out of his life. I am here to stay. So get used to the sight of me.” I gestured once toward Vespera. “Come here.” She stayed rooted for a long second, then forced her shoulders back and walked forward with a stiff attempt at pride. Her voice rose the moment she stopped in front of me.

Why am I not surprised? “Wow. Perfect! And since you reffered to me as the first wife. Am guessing you are the second wife” “Oh please. That is where you are getting it wrong. Am not..and can never be the second wife. He is all mine. I aren’t sharing him with anyone. You are leaving and don’t ever come back again. Who else leaves her matrimonial home to go fuck guys around” “Oh, So you are the new wife. Perfect!” I signed in relief.

“ You irritate me” Alexander flinched. Good. “ For years,I tried to be the perfect wife for you,” She whispered. “ I tried to love you. To make this marriage work. But all along…”Her voice cracked. “ I was just an insignificant figure”. She turned to Christiana. “ You can have him. Both of you deserve each other”. Christiana smirked. “ Oh, don't worry I already know”.

"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."

I let out all my frustrations at once, “This is not the life I want.” “You don't have to be a good wife. You're my only wife.” Daley looked at me calmly. “So you don't like Robert's wife?” “Yes, I hate her. She is a hypocritical woman.” “Me, too,” Daley said. “But her husband is my future partner, and it's best not to say you hate her in public.” “I know.” “See, how fast you learn.” “Daley, I don't like this life,” I sighed.

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 remind her and she lets out a sigh. “And I would love to hear my wife’s angelic voice,” I add while she shakes her head. “You don’t even know if can sing.” “My wife is perfect in everything she does,” I declare and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Fine, I will return to the choir. Happy?” she concedes and I am thrilled. I love this woman. “Very.” We are heading towards the exit when I give Leah a thumbs up and hear cheers behind us. They really love and value my wife here. I need to come up with ideas on how we can remain here when my poor guy is blown.

“You hide the bruises, but we can still see them, hermana. Everyone can.” “Stop it,” Mom whispers. “You should have left him years ago.” “I couldn’t.” Catalina laughs bitterly. “You mean you wouldn’t.” Silence drops heavy between them. I can hear the ticking of the clock, the faint hum of the city outside. Then Mom’s voice comes, barely above a whisper. “Not everyone gets a perfect marriage like you, Catalina. With your perfect husband and your perfect children.” Catalina’s face changes, something sharp flickers through her expression. She leans forward slowly. “There’s no such thing as a perfect marriage,” she says. Her voice is calm now, too calm. “But my husband knows one thing.”