He Was Too Perfect

Synopsis

My mom always said I was lucky that I married a saint. Three years ago, I would've agreed with her without hesitation. Jenson Powell was seven years older than me, the youngest law professor in the city. He had a cold, refined beauty—gold-rimmed glasses, an almost ascetic calm. When he stood at a lectern, even his breathing felt controlled, restrained, and untouchable. I first met him at my father's funeral. He wore black and stood quietly at the back of the crowd. Only after everyone else had left did he walk forward, stopping in front of my father's portrait for a long time. I was crying so hard I could barely breathe. He handed me a pack of tissues and a cup of warm milk. Then he said, his voice low and steady, "Your father took good care of me when I was younger. If you ever need anything, you can come to me." I looked up at him and thought he looked like a perfectly composed painting—every line intentional, nothing wasted. Three months later, he proposed. I thought it was a joke. "Your father asked me to look after you before he passed," he said, adjusting his glasses, completely serious. "I've thought about it. The best way to do that is to marry you." I was twenty-two, hopelessly romantic, and fully convinced this was fate. The professor my father once taught, secretly in love with me all along, appearing at my lowest point like some scripted miracle. Honestly, it felt like the kind of story I'd read before—Billionaire Professor Falls in Love With Me. I said yes on the spot. The first month of marriage really was sweet. He made breakfast every morning, remembered my cycle without fail, picked me up late at night when I worked overtime, and even warmed my slippers on the heater before handing them to me. My best friend Mollie Watts once said, "Did you save the world in your previous life or something?" I told her, "I think I saved the entire universe." But there was one problem. I was a shamelessly dirty-minded mess of a woman, and I had married a man who felt like a living saint.