The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

“You think love is about deserving it? You think I married Adrian because he’s perfect? No. I married him because he tries. Because he fights for me.” “Nina…” She stepped forward and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder. “You let her walk away without fighting for her.” I didn’t respond. The silence stretched between us until it was unbearable. Finally, I muttered, “She’s not my wife anymore.” Nina’s tone sharpened. “Because you made it that way.” I clenched my fists. “It’s not that simple.” “Yes, it is!” she snapped, surprising me. “You’re sitting here, rotting in your own guilt, convincing yourself that pushing her away was noble. But all you did was run—from her, from yourself, from everyt

Aldric said as the woman walked over and hugged Aldric tightly, way too tight if you ask me. “What can I say, “ she said pulling away, “I wanted to see your family and we have very important business to discuss and it can't wait anymore.” Edith said with a smile. “Oh, where's your husband? Maria said…” Edith cuts him off, “Well he left, plus I'm the one who wants to do business not Paul.” I just stood there staring at both of them, especially how Edith was all over Aldric. I decided to step up. I walked pulling Aldric away from her grasp,

Chapter Three — Drew Jacob's Wife He wasn’t, in fact, dying to meet me like my parents made me believe That realization didn’t come on my wedding day because that day was perfect , It came as I became his wife , Actually living with him was hell . I had been married to Drew Jacobs for two years, and in those two years, I learned that a marriage could exist without love, affection , or kindness and still look perfect to everyone watching from the outside, We just had to play our paths perfectly.

“Smart. Polished. She walks into a room, and everyone looks. She fits here.” “So do you.” “Don't do that,” She walked back to the counter. “You’re out there being the perfect faithful husband. And then you look at me like—” “Like what?” he asked, voice low. “Like you want to fuck me against every wall in this building,” she said, her cheeks flushed. “And then you go back there and say ‘my wife’ like it means nothing. Like I mean nothing.” His breath hitched. “You don’t mean nothing.”

But then. A quick peck landed on her forehead. "Just call me 'Mas'." "Wow, newlyweds," Andre arrived with Allister, and Inez was also there in her wheelchair. "Mom is happy that you finally married the woman Mom and Dad chose. Allisya is the best for you, son," Inez said, a little weak because she had just recovered and come home from the hospital. She really wanted to be present at her son Aris's wedding, even though Andre had refused, saying she needed to rest. But Inez had to throw a tantrum first to melt Andre's resolve. ***

Better to appease this man who stirred up emotions she couldn't name and make him leave voluntarily. Ryan clenched his fist—his knuckles white with the effort of restraining himself. Regardless of how Cedric Lancaster had manipulated the situation, the reality was undeniable: his wife didn't want to see him. Any explanation he offered would fall on deaf ears—or worse, would only serve to deepen her resentment. He knew his wife well enough to recognize when retreat was the only option. "Alright. I'll go," he said finally—each word feeling like glass in his throat. Ryan walked away with heavy steps, leaving the Elegant Realm studio behind him—and taking a piece of his shattered heart with him.

"Maybe if you paid half as much attention to me as you do that company...." "Don't." Her voice dropped to something cold and lethal. She didn't recognize it. She liked it. "Don't you dare make this my fault. I tried. God, I tried so hard to be what you wanted. But you know what? I'm done trying. I'm done being perfect. I'm done being your wife." She grabbed her purse from the entry table and headed for the door. "Where are you going?" She didn't answer. Didn't look back. Just walked out of that perfect white prison and into the night, her hands shaking and her heart racing and her mind screaming with a chaos she'd never allowed herself to feel.

“She meant nothing. She was never your wife in the first place.” Adrian’s eyes darkened, subtle, but clear. Not anger. Something deeper. “She may not be my wife in name,” he said quietly, each word steady, “but she’s the only wife I will ever have in my heart. Remember that.” He stepped closer, not touching, but close enough to make her tense. Then he turned and walked away, heading straight to his study. The door shut behind him with a sharp, final click. Alessia stayed where she was, her fingers curling at her sides. Anger burned beneath her calm face.

As she walked, her wavy light brown hair swayed, and a faint hint of fig-tea cut through the room's clinical smell. With a calm nod to David and a bright smile for the director, her radiant presence drew every eye. As she walked in, Alexander felt his heart race. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. Since there were several figures inside the room, Seraphina continued walking inward, her focus placed entirely on old Mr. Morgan resting in the bed. As Seraphina approached the bedside, a middle-aged service aide turned to leave with a tray of empty medicine glasses. Suddenly overcome by a wave of dizziness, the woman gasped as the tray flew from her hands and she tumbled backward.

When I walked out of the funeral home, the Perfect Wife app my boyfriend, Ryan Keller, developed popped up with its 99th penalty notification. [Perfect Wife Score: -3. Reason: Too many calls.] I opened the app. Three years' worth of deductions filled the screen. I lost a point for asking him to pick me up from work in the pouring rain. Apparently, that made me too dependent. Three more disappeared after a fight because I refused to admit I was wrong. According to the app, that made me dishonest. Then there were the ten points I lost because I once asked Mom to pretend she was sick for me. Apparently, that meant she had raised me badly. I scrolled through the list without feeling much o