Duty’s got a bad rap these days—people hear ‘dutiful wife’ and imagine scrubbing floors in heels like a 1950s ad. Nah, it’s about teamwork. My marriage thrives on tiny acts of care: saving the last slice of pizza for him because I know he had a rough day, or him doing my laundry when I’m swamped with work. We riff off shows like 'Modern Family' where Gloria juggles firecracker independence with fierce loyalty.
Real duty? It’s emotional. Remembering his mom’s birthday when he forgets, or biting my tongue during arguments because love means choosing battles. But it’s never one-sided; he’s just as ‘dutiful’ when he watches my favorite anime with me even though he hates subtitles. The magic’s in balance—sometimes I lead, sometimes I follow, but we’re always dancing together.
Growing up in a household where traditional values blended with modern independence, I've seen how the idea of a 'duty' evolves. To me, being a supportive partner isn’t about rigid roles but mutual respect—like in 'Little Women', where Marmee balances strength and tenderness. My partner and I divide chores based on strengths (I handle finances; they cook), but we also prioritize emotional labor: checking in during busy weeks or surprising each other with small gestures. It’s less about 'dutiful' and more about intentional love—like when we binge-watch 'The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel' and laugh about how absurd 1950s expectations were.
Modern duty means adaptability. When my friend’s husband lost his job, she became the sole breadwinner while he took over childcare—a role reversal that deepened their bond. Sometimes duty looks like advocating for your partner’s dreams, even if it means moving cities for their career. Other times, it’s setting boundaries when societal pressure creeps in (no, you don’t have to host perfect holidays). The key? Keep communicating, stay flexible, and ditch the guilt—it’s 2024, not Jane Austen’s era.
Let’s reframe ‘dutiful’ as ‘devoted’—a partnership where both people show up fully. I learned this from manga like 'Fruits Basket'; Tohru’s kindness isn’t servitude but radical empathy. In my marriage, that translates to active listening (no phone during vent sessions) and shared goals (we budget vacations together). Traditional duties? We subvert them playfully—I’m hopeless at ironing, so he does it while I manage our DIY projects.
Modern society adds layers: supporting his mental health without mothering him, or navigating dual careers without resentment. We love 'The Bear' for its chaos—it reminds us that even messy teamwork counts. Duty isn’t a checklist; it’s choosing each other daily, whether that means canceling plans when he’s sick or cheering his weird hobby (yes, even stamp collecting).
The best marriages I’ve seen—like in 'Up' or 'Brooklyn Nine-Nine’s Jake and Amy—mix loyalty with laughter. Being ‘dutiful’ isn’t about perfection; it’s presence. I pack his lunch with doodles on the napkin, and he warms my car in winter. We fail sometimes (burned dinners, missed anniversaries), but we prioritize repair. Duty today means growing together, not fitting a mold.
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“Ella is only a housekeeper, that is not my mother!”
I heard the contemptuous words coming from the mouth of the child I had loved and cared for like my own for ten whole years. My husband did not love me, and his two children only regarded me as someone who served them.
Until the moment I opened my eyes once again and was reborn at the age of twenty-two. And once again, the Oliver family forced me into a political marriage with Leo Dominic.
“I agree, but only if I receive five million dollars.”
I realized one thing: in this world, the most reliable thing is only money.
When I met Leo Dominic, I received the marriage contract exactly as I wished. As long as I remained his wife for three years, I would receive freedom and one billion dollars!
But suddenly, when I divorced and lived a carefree life, enjoying luxury, those people began trailing behind me and asking for love.
“I’m sorry, Mom, I want you to come back home!”
The children cried until they developed fevers and fainted, and the ruthless billionaire who had never once looked at his contract wife stood outside the million-dollar villa I had just moved into with my best friend all night.
What should I do now, when I am clearly living a new life after divorce and happily spending money?
Second Chance Series Book One.
*****
To some, marriage is a word.
To others, a sentence.
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He unlocked his safe and pulled out some papers. He threw them on my face and gestured me to pick them up. I glared at him, refusing to listen.
"Come on, pick them up" he ordered like he was talking to a pet dog.
When I didn't listen he crouched down to my level and picked them up himself.
"Do you know what it is? It's our marriage contract, read it!" He threw them on my face again.
"I said fucking read it!" He yelled loudly.
"Don't make me do something, you'll regret afterward, read it, I'll beat you if I have to" he threatened.
I picked them up with trembling hands and blurry vision. I saw my signature at the bottom of the page, my breath seized as I stared at it.
"Read it!" He ordered, standing tall before me.
1. I will not work.
2. I will respect my in-laws.
3. I will do whatever my husband tells me to.
4. I will take care of my husband as an obedient wife whether I am treated like a wife or not.
5. I will bear children for my husband, I won't have any parental rights over them. My husband will have their sole custody.
6. Finally, I will be ready to go to bed with my husband at his wish whether I like it or not.
A single tear fell on the page followed by many others. He snatched the contract back from me.
"Now you understand your place?" He asked menacingly.
"I've been looking forward to this for so long..."
Under the cloak of night, I had little choice but to suffer his advances.
The advances of my husband.
After a night of overindulgence, where I was barely in control of my senses, I slept with him, and things snowballed from there.
I had no choice but to marry him and let this stone-broke man come and mooch off my wealth.
I made sure to let him see my resentment; I insulted him, belittled him, took out each and every frustration on him.
But he never lost his cool. He just sat there and took it, like a meek little lamb.
That is, until I started to fall for him. That's when he said he wanted a divorce.
Suddenly, my meek little lamb had turned into a snarling wolf.
Overnight, my family fortune evaporated, while he had been secretly building his own. Out of nowhere, I was forced to rely on the very man I had looked down on with such contempt.
Ariana Delaney, a middle class girl who went about her daily life with little or no excitement to it but all that is about to change when she finds out that she has been arranged to marry into the most famous and absolute richest family in the state and that too to the breadwinner. Damien Kingston, a young business tycoon, a billionaire and a force to reckon with in the cold world of business needs a simp for a wife just to keep up appearances and Ariana seems to fit into the description but he sure is in for a surprise. Follow these two as they weave through their relationship fully aware that they are from two entirely different worlds. Maybe there'll be a happy ending or maybe not.
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He watched like a hawk, eying her every move hoping to swoop in at the right moment and catch his prey. Her smile, her hair, her innocence and of course, her curves. Those curves could have any man turn in her direction and it sure did. He couldn't let her go, she couldn't have been who he thought she was. No, maybe he wasn't in love with her but he sure knew one thing, she was his and his alone.
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She watched his as his beautiful eyes swallowed her up. This man was beautiful but she couldn't fit into his world. It was too much for her and she just had to admit it into herself. It was never going to work.Disclaimer:This work is purely a work of fiction and any similarities in names and characters are purely coincidental.
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In his eyes, she was utterly clueless and shameless. In her eyes, he was cunning, sinister, and equally shameless. They could not stand each other, but they had been secretly arranged to be married by their families.After marriage, he cautioned her, "My house, my rules.And don’t fall in love with me."She replied, "I’d rather die than do that, pal."Days flew by and he realized: his new wife wasn't kidding – she wasn't into him! She was busy sipping cocktails, hitting bars, and throwing punches for justice. With a line of admirers around the block, his crush on her only grew bigger. One day, he just couldn’t hold himself back, "Hey, Would you like to go on a date with me?”
Tall, handsome, sweet, compassionate caring, and smart?
Oh, now you're making me laugh!
But it's true, that's how you would describe Nathan Taylor, the 28-year-old lawyer who took California by storm. Ladies would swoon at the sight of him but he was married to Anette, his beautiful wife of 5 years. Their lives looked perfect from the outside with Anette being the perfect wife and Nathan being the loving husband. However, things were not as simple as that. Nathan Taylor was hiding things from Anette, he carried on with his life like everything was okay when in reality Anette would be crushed if she found out what he was up to. But what if she already knew?
What happens when the 28-year-old Anette takes the law into her own hands and gives Nathan a little taste of his own medicine?
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"Anette, I didn't think you'd find out about this I'm sorry." The woman said and Anette stared at her, a smile plastered on her face.
"Oh don't worry sweetheart. There's nothing to apologize for. All is fair in love and war."
A dutiful wife, to me, embodies a blend of loyalty, emotional intelligence, and partnership. It's not about rigid roles but about mutual respect—like the way characters in 'Pride and Prejudice' grow together, Elizabeth and Darcy balancing flaws and strengths. I've seen real-life partnerships thrive when both prioritize communication, whether it's discussing finances or sharing quiet moments after a long day. It's less about perfection and more about showing up, like remembering their partner's favorite snack or listening without interrupting.
Modern media often complicates this—think of Skyler White in 'Breaking Bad,' torn between duty and self-preservation. Duty shouldn't mean self-erasure. The best relationships I've observed involve wives who advocate for themselves while nurturing their families, like Molly Weasley from 'Harry Potter,' fierce yet loving. It's about creating a home where both people feel valued, not just performing a role.