Novel & Cerita Your Wife Is Your First Priority

I challenged in the most meek way I could. "As a wife, and not as a doctor. If anyone should use you, then it should be your husband and children." He so shamelessly spat out, daring to openly say the word, 'use' as though I were some thing. "I agree my duties as a wife and mother are to come first, but surely I can be of more service to society." The conversation had taken a familiar turn, we were certainly relieving the same scenario. And each time, I found myself losing.

I told him glaring at him "My first wife and love is my work! I was talking about it only. You have to share me with my work. Because I always give priority to my work first. I am a workaholic man you see." He said and I I scratched his hand with my nails I sighed in relief as he was only talking about his work. I would have slapped him seriously if he had hid about his first wife for real. "whoa! Easy there tigress! Why will you scratch your future husband? Do not you know that is highly inappropriate?" he asked trying to be intimidating

"You're thinking too much. That was the last show I've made with her because I also don't like what else you think once you find out. She's interested in me but I've already made it clear that I already have a beautiful and sexy wife who takes care of me." I squinted my eyes. "You have a wife already? It's a good thing I didn't say yes ---" He placed my hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat. "I already have you. Who else? Why do you keep putting other girls first before you as an option? You're always my priority. It's always been you from the start."

I muttered. But instead of getting intimidated by my response, he grinned. He’s really testing my patience. We should really do a background check on the people we hire. We should know what’s deep inside their hearts. "That’s not what I meant," he replied. "What I’m saying is, maybe your baby needs you. You women, once you give birth, your priority should be your kids. You shouldn’t work anymore. The husbands should be the ones working to provide for the family."

he squeezed her hips in his hands, “you come first. You. Not Precious. Not my parents. Not my sister. Not my cousins or my friends. You.” “Precious comes first.” “No. Honey, she doesn’t.” he shook his head. “The therapist and I had a good chat after she talked to Precious yesterday, and she made several exceptionally good points to me. One of those is, someday, our little girl is going to grow up and leave our home. She’s going to spread her wings and become an amazing contribution to society. She’s going to live her own life, without us. And, while it’s important to put her first in some circumstances, like dealing with the trauma and emergency situations, in our overall lives, you have to

I asked shyly. My Mother suddenly smiled and looking at her, how beautiful she could be, I just knew that we looked alike. “My daughter, that is one of a man’s happiness, but giving him happiness is not all about having s*x with him. Let him feel important. Let him feel that he is your priority other than anyone else or anything else. His needs are more primordial than the needs of others as long as those needs will not violate the rights of someone else. Being kind to him, patient and understanding most of the time, and giving him surprises from time to time, are other spices that will make the taste of your marriage, worth remembering always for him.”

Max motions in front of us. I turn my head and gasp. The house is stone and brick. “That’s our home?” I questioned. “I thought you said the outside needed updating? It looks fine to me.” Max squeezes my hand, “I’m trying to impress you. Do you think I was going to let you see our new home while it was crumbling?” “I’m already your wife. Why do you want to impress me?” Max blushes, “Grampa once told me that if a day comes when he stops trying to impress Gramma, he deserves to lose her. When you love someone, it is important that you show it or you can take it for granted.”

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

Unbelievable. “George will. You are much more important than my territory, and I also stand a better chance than you at combat and defense. I’m sure I can take care of myself.” I smiled and kissed her forehead. “Beside, what kind of husband would I be to let my wife battle danger while I’m resting in my house? It’s better I’m beheaded.” “No. You’re getting it all wrong again.” She shook her head. “Your territory comes first.” “No, my wife comes first.” I said.

The police already assured Mirabel's grandpa that he didn’t have to worry and they knew their job and would carry it out properly. “Are you there? Are you listening to me at all?” “If you keep doing this then whatever happens to me is all on you because you shouldn’t be having deep thoughts on what your priorities should be!” She shouted through the phone making me lose control of my temper. “Let me get this straight to you Miriam, My wife will always be my priority, not you or a baby I don’t know yet. Secondly, if you want to keep pushing me and demanding that I come see you when I already did yesterday then you might as well go harm yourself as you intend to. I don’t give a fuck.” I spat,