The Perfect Wife Walked Away Novels & Stories

I kept walking. “Chloe, get the fuck back here!” His voice cut through the rising chatter, but I didn't slow down. My heels clicked against the polished floor as I descended the stage steps and headed for the exit. The guests parted around me, their curious stares following my every move. I could practically hear the gossip spreading already. Let them wonder what had finally pushed Jeffrey Reed's devoted wife to walk away from him in front of everyone. For once, I wasn't going to waste my energy worrying about what people thought of me.

Mark furrowed his brows before he went near to Sanders. “Who are you talking with?” Mark inquired the moment Sanders had ended the call. “It’s one of my subordinates. I asked that person to go to the greenhouse, which is at the back of the house, to see whether your wife left something in there,” Sanders paused and pointed at the big screen. “As you can see there, your wife is picking several papers on the ground before she went inside the greenhouse, but when she exited the greenhouse- the stack of papers, she was holding was nowhere to be seen.”

She smiles. Edward’s wife gives her a smile so sweet that it could give cavities. “Be careful, especially with who you surround yourself with. Goodbye Mrs Shaw.” Then she walks away, her husband following in tow after with a wave to them. “Enough ladies, let’s go home now.” Noah calls out from the side.

“Your wife is supposed to be your biggest motivation every day. She is not just a wife but an assistant, a partner and also a forever best friend.” “Mum…” “No son, let me finish talking first.” She cut in immediately. “I don’t know what you did to make your wife leave the mansion but make sure you bring her back to this mansion.” She ordered. I was going to explain to her but she wiped the drop of tear that welled down her left cheeks and walked out. “Mum”I tried to call her back but she turned a deaf hear and kept on walking. How? where and why did Sandra leave the mansion.

At least, in his heart no one seemed more irrelevant than that woman, there was no reason to be nice anymore. If that one who was once kind, she doesn't even remember, because there was never a moment of gentleness. Her eyes felt tired, having to ideate with this person was becoming overwhelming. "Aparta" had his eyes fixed on the door the young wife just walked through, he felt a very clear paranoia, it seemed he was in danger. She hugged him tightly and said. "I am sorry for running away and leaving you years behind."

"Then walk away from this marriage now, my dear wife." With a sarcastic laugh, she stepped closer to him again, saying, "But this marriage is a different matter to me, sweetie. Even if you don't see my worth, you just have to keep on with the act because this is something that I won't walk away from. I have my own reasons for being in this damn marriage, and that reason is my family. So if you have problems with that, why then can't you be the one to just walk away from this?"

“Yes, I can, but can’t you understand that your bubble suffocated me? I wanted so desperately to make you proud, to be the perfect wife, to hold my own beside you, to give you the beautiful mini Moore we both wanted—and I did want them too, I really did, but I needed to find my self-respect first. I never found it with you because the pressure of living up to the perfection of your life was just too much.’ The walls of the surrounding buildings seemed to close in on her, crowding her, squeezing her, like creatures from the horror film her fairy-tale marriage had turned into. She gazed at him, feeling an almost unbearable sadness loom down on her. He looked haggard, as if he’d been told his e

she insisted before turning her back on us. I didn't have any choice but to go back to my seat. I wanted to protest when Adam suddenly stood up and went to a beautiful woman who was drinking alone at the bar. I crossed my arms on my chest when we were finally alone. We were both silent and no one dares to break the silence. I'm still mad at him for giving his calling card to that woman. How can he shamelessly flirt with another woman while his wife is just around the corner? Seriously Tonia? Wife? Really?

All I felt was emptiness. I left the office and went home and parked the car in front of my building and sat there, gripping the steering wheel. My chest felt tight, and it was getting harder to breathe. I hadn’t fought for us. I had let her go without even trying. What kind of man does that? Was what Isabella had told me enough to shut her out so cruelly? Why did I even believe Isabella? But I knew why. I swallowed. What kind of husband lets his wife walk away?

But then her action made me realize no one is perfect. Not even me. I have my shortcomings. If there is a definition of perfection in humans, that should be Arabel. She was a perfect wife; sweet, down to earth, calm, and submissive. She was everything a man could have wanted in a woman, but I didn't see any of that. I was too blind to see her goodness until she left, leaving me empty. “Yes.” “Oh!” Instinctively, my eyes shift to Daisy. She has been so quiet for a while, so I lean forward with my phone firmly tucked in between her two hands.