Why Is My Wife So Pretty Novels & Stories

The tattoo artist emphasised the last few words. I stole a glance at my wife and saw her cheeks red. It made her prettier. Breathtaking. “I can't promise that, man. Have you seen her? A work of art.” I answered.

I could imagine his expression perfectly. “Fine. You want the truth?” I asked, lowering my voice. “Yes,” he said softly. “Well… before I ever met you, I was looking for a wife,” I admitted. “Not a husband. A wife. That was the plan. But then you came along and everything turned upside down. The moment I saw your picture, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. When you barged into my office instead of your sister, something inside me just… shifted. I call you Wife because you’re the one I’ve been waiting for all this time. It’s not about making you sound feminine. It’s about the role you’ve taken in my life. But if it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll stop.”

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!’

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

“How is that possible?” Seeing Elena’s shocked look, Adam relaxed. “I knew there was no way that ratty-dressed man could be your husband. He’s not worth a single hair on your head! You and Mr. Sinclair are the best match, after all!” At that moment, Elena finally realized what she had forgotten. She hurriedly brought out her phone and checked it, and found that I had not texted after asking for money. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong.

I replied. "Whose man in his right mind would leave his wife alone wearing that kind of gown, looking like a s** goddess?" he asked and my eyes widened. "Seriously? S** goddess? Where did that come from?" I was surprised. Do I look like a walking va**** to him? "Can't you see how those men look at you? Mr. Sunji must have really loved his wife or he needed the partnership very badly. That's why he never looked at you the way others did." he replied.

Henry declares with admiration. I grab the straw from my cocktail and don't bother to stir my drink. Ah. Wonderful. All the alcohol is at the bottom. Jones nods and picks up his cell phone, "Yes, it is. But that's not what makes my wife attractive. My wife's presence alone is enough to light up any place, and I long, every second, to find her and have her near me wherever she needs to be. Henry, this undying romantic, puts a hand against his heart and whistles with admiration:

She pulled herself back and wiped her tears before saying her makeup is waterproof and won't come out even if she gets into the swimming pool now and they both laughed together. Her eyes darted to the decorations she made again prepared for them the same he did last night and slightly hit her forehead. He looked at her with amusement for a sec and then darted his eyes to the direction she was looking at. "Ah... I just forgot to see the beautiful arrangement which is for sure nothing near my dear wifey. As you may not know, my wife is the prettiest and most beautiful lady in this world. And guess what I got lucky to have her all myself", he said pulling her to himself in one jerk and she gasp

Elle couldn't stop those tears, they were flowing like water out of an overflown dam. "You are so gullible Elle.... seriously do you think he would have married you without any ulterior motive. No offence but you are not some exceptional beauty that can bring a man on his knees, Elle. Why you and not Rose?...she was more suitable then why you? Why he married you even though he didn't find you attractive? Think Elle think.....why are you his not so beautiful wife??!!" Elle kept silent. Unable to take anything anymore. Anyone but not him.

“N-NO!” “You resist one more time, I’d have to cuff you, love.” My body stiffened as I angrily glared at him. He couldn’t be serious. But the swirls of eyes were more than serious. He’d cuff me rendering me helpless once again. My eyes reflected with intense fury and rage. Wife they call me and yet treat me like a whore. Use me whenever their heart desire. “I am your wife!” I cried angry tears rushing down my eyes. Ralph looked amused shaking his head. “Not a whore!”