The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

After we remarry, I become the gentle, understanding, and perfect wife Christian Falkner always wants. I no longer stop him from spending time with other women or lose my temper when he forgets our anniversaries. Even when I see him sharing an intimate embrace with Sheryl Jensen on TV, I simply turn it off and pretend I see nothing. Christian thinks I've finally become more sensible. He even promises to bid on a priceless diamond necklace from a royal collection as a reward for me. But Christian doesn't know that I quietly cancel my residency in Seronia, erase every trace of myself, and board a flight to Evinor. I'm leaving Seronia and walking away from him for good.

I whispered. She didn’t answer. I glanced back at the customer. “That’s my wife. Mrs. Baker.” The woman’s expression changed instantly. Without saying another word, she walked to her car, got inside, started it, and drove away. I stared after her; the car sounded perfectly fine. Of course it did. Beside me, Fafane turned and started walking toward her own car. “Fafane” “We’ll talk at home.” That was all she said, then she got into her car and drove away.

A wife should do that. Chadwick’s secretary thinks that Adira was kicked out by her husband, had no choice but to lay low. Neil is wrong. Chadwick did his best to let her stay, even asking her to be with him at that time. But it was Adira who voluntarily walked out, as if she had no reason to be with her husband anymore. “I always told her to leave me alone,” Chadwick murmured. “But in reality, it was her, who wanted to be away.”

I swear I won’t bother you again” “Does this woman ever learn any lesson? Why was she this easily manipulated? Doesn’t she know that this was not the right way to get him back? With an emotionless face Old Mr. walker said” darling, I love you but I have made so many mistakes as concerning this issue of Jared choosing a wife. Unfortunately this time round, my mind is made up. Please leave me alone.”

“You’re perfect. A fantasy comes true.” Her chest, neck, and cheeks flushed red from her husband’s compliment. “Way way better in real. So fucking perfect.” Given his sexual nature, it took everything for Tripp not to get up and grab his wife, throw her to his bed, and take her however he pleased.

Just stared at me like she didn’t recognize me anymore. And suddenly—I didn’t either. I stepped back, breath caught in my throat. What the hell did I just do? “I—” I started, but no words came. I turned and walked out. I didn’t look back. I couldn’t. Did I just slap my pregnant wife? Her voice followed me, echoing down the stairs. “That’ll be the last time you ever touch me like that, Axel Blackwood.""l I said nothing. Didn’t stop. Just kept walking—straight into my office and slammed the door shut.

"We both the truth. You were a convenient distraction to Alan. You know he never loved you. He married you because of Mom so that he could get his inheritance." Elena's voice rose, "Oh really? You know, I think you should go find yourself a man than meddling in other people's marriage affairs. You can't stay away from Alan because you can't make it on your own." Leah's voice dripped with venom, "At least I'm not a barren, useless wife like you." Elena's hand rose and fell in rapid succession, her palms striking Leah's cheek with a loud crack, once, twice three times leaving Leah's face red and stinging.

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?’

What? I watch my wife walk away from me and almost immediately, a static sound rings in my head. It’s high pitched, and sharp, like it’s trying to split my brain into two. My… perfect, gorgeous wife whose hips swings in that coat, and her hot fucking heels, and the way she talks into the phone to someone else— who the fuck gave her a phone? Why the fuck is she no longer looking at me? I move towards her. We were having a conversation, weren’t we? Why is she so stubborn?

Elegant, lethal, and completely unpredictable. She didn't wait for an answer. She gave me one last penetrating look and walked away, following her husband, who was already heading for the door. I was left alone in the center of the room, which was now almost empty. The sound of applause still echoed in my ears, but the sweet taste of the shortbread had turned to ashes in my mouth. Irina's words hung over me. "We have much to discuss." And then, like lightning illuminating a night sky, the memory hit me.