American Housewife Novels & Stories

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

Little did they know, there was one person inside of her room already outlining a poison plan for Samantha. They didn't even notice that she wasn't around. "Dr. Arabella Marie Houston, I will make you regret your coming back in this household!" she muttered in rage as she gripped the bedspread where she was sitting.

TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGO Rara's eyes widened in wonder as she took in the sights of the extraordinary house. It was no ordinary display of wealth, but an enchanting masterpiece of artistry. The grand floor-to-ceiling windows beckoned her gaze, while the arrangement of cosy couches invited her for relaxation. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the wide ceiling lighting, creating an ambience of both elegance and comfort. The intoxicating scents that filled the air awakened Rara's senses, leading her to believe that Ralph was not as minimalistic as she had initially assumed. He had truly surpassed her expectations.

Perhaps they hadn't even noticed I had left. I went back home. As I gazed at the cozy interior, I suddenly made up my mind. I wanted to clear all my belongings. Since no one seemed to care about me at all, I'd just discard everything about myself. After all, I didn't want my things to be a burden. I packed everything—including my clothes, daily necessities, my pictures, the gifts I'd bought for my family and Simon—and threw them in the trash outside. I was completely exhausted, and my breathing grew labored. The wolfsbane had taken hold of my body, and with every movement, a wave of excruciating pain shot through me.

The moment he did, she could file for divorce without hesitation. He had just opened his mouth when Bianca jumped in first. “Honestly, what value can a mere housewife bring to her husband’s success? Success isn’t about who washes the dishes better,” she said with an exaggerated eye roll. Mrs. Adler’s brows furrowed. She turned sharply toward Bianca. “Excuse me? And who exactly is this rude woman?” Bianca’s face twisted in anger, ready to snap back, but Felix’s stern glare silenced her immediately.

I ask, stepping slightly to the side so I am no longer hidden behind Caleb's shoulder. The woman lets out a soft, mocking chuckle. "He hasn't told you about me? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. Caleb always did like to bury things he couldn't handle." She looks back at Caleb, her expression softening into something desperate. "I'm Nancy, honey. I'm his wife."

All these years, she had set up new companies and earned a lot of money but had not paid her taxes. With all the crimes she committed, she was fined a hundred million dollars. Bella’s company, house, and assets were frozen. As for Carlson, he was locked up because of assault. The next day, when I opened the door to the butcher shop, I saw Bella sitting in the corner, looking haggard. She did not dress up. She glanced at the butcher shop a few times. “The meat today looks very fresh.” “What do you want to buy?” She ordered some pork and said she wanted to make some bolognese.

" She straightened her spine, arrogance burning in her eyes. My father still kept his voice steady, though surprise was obvious in his face. "Don't get too proud. That's only the first match. "You still have two more. Nothing is settled yet." Sophie lifted her chin with a winner's smile. "Just watch. I'll hit the next two too." Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles.

Three slaps, one after another, shattered the five-year marriage of Jacob Cooper and Amanda Guldner. Jacob's hair turned gray overnight due to Amanda's cruelty. Jacob had always believed that the love he shared with his wife was mutual. But then the truth came out. She slapped him three times in a row and forced him to apologize, right there in the hospital room, to the man who had once saved her life. All because that man had saved her once. Yet in his wife's eyes, Jacob had somehow become a twisted, violent psychopath. When Jacob asked for a divorce, she threatened to stick him with his dying mother's medical bills. That night, he closed his hand around her throat and pinned her aga

He checked his daughter's room and there she was sleeping soundly on the floor as their baby slept in her cot. “Mujer, ¿por qué la casa está desordenada?( Woman, why is the house messy?) " He inquired slightly kicking her awake. She walked out of the baby's room to their room as he followed suit. “I had to put Maïa to sleep, besides we need a new maid, I can't handle all this, I'm starting work on Monday." She added yawning. “So get yourself a new one!" He yelled. “So you can fuck her too?" She replied in the same tone."