American Housewife の小説・ストーリー

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

"Yes, you were. You were living paycheck to paycheck, wearing the same three outfits to work, eating ramen for dinner every night. And I saved you. I gave you this house, these clothes, this life. And this is how you repay me? By being a constant disappointment?" The tears were flowing freely now, and I couldn't stop them. "I've tried to be a good wife to you. I cook your meals, I clean the house, I work full-time to help with the bills.." "And you do it all wrong!" He shouted, making me jump. "The food is always too bland or too spicy, the house is never clean enough, and don't even get me started on how you embarrass me in front of my friends and colleagues." "How do I embarrass you?" I as

I'm an avid outdoorsman, while my wife, Gabrielle Jensen, is a homebody through and through. Every time I invite her to outdoor activities like hiking, running, and swimming, she turns me down. "I hate exercising," she says. Later, someone starts an online trend of showing how lazy their girlfriend can be. I film Gabrielle being a couch potato and post it to join the trend. Everyone comments saying how she's a true lazy introvert. Then, one comment catches my eye and freezes me in place. "Isn't that the old pool queen Gabrielle Jensen? She and Caleb Fisher made quite the swimming duo back then. Their relay team brought home more than a few trophies for our school. "They were the golden

The sound of dishes in the kitchen. Her humming while she worked. It no longer felt like I was living in a large, empty building. It felt like home. I got out of bed and walked toward the kitchen. When I entered, I found Zoe standing at the stove. Her hair was pulled back in a messy way, and she was wearing one of my old shirts instead of her usual housekeeper's uniform. She was making pancakes. There were already several on a plate beside her. She looked completely focused on what she was doing.

Must be from the garden. The aroma of grilled chicken wafted into my nostrils, making me salivate. A chubby woman who looked to be in her late sixties emerged from a white door at one end of the living room. She was dressed in a yellow flare dress with white and red flowery designs, an apron concealing its front part. Black flats adorned her feet. Her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail, exposing her pretty heart-shaped face. She directed a toothy smile at the man, whose hand was still holding mine.

Nicole said to Tia, who then understood. "Don't worry. I will take care of her." Tia assured Nicole. "Grandma, I'm home." Nicole walked over to Mrs. Wallace Sr. who was sunning her quilt. "You are back! I will make something to eat? What do you like?" Mrs. Wallace Sr. stopped what she was doing. She took Nicole's hand and walked back into the house. When they came to the kitchen, Mr. Wallace Sr. realized that she did not know how to use the kitchen equipment. She looked around, not knowing what to do. Nicole and Tia smiled at each other upon seeing that.

“Good morning, Madam. What would you like for breakfast?” Having a cook and an army of maids was unnecessary. They are even wearing uniforms that are quite fashionable. She couldn't help but feel out of place. “Please call me Belle. I'll only have bread and I can prepare that myself. Thank you.” “No need for that, Madam Belle. I will do it for you.” She opens her mouth, ready to clarify things here in this mansion, but Nikolai beats her to it.

Given Rolland's carefree personality and solitary living, things were often misplaced, requiring her considerable effort to organize them properly. By the time she stepped out of the compact apartment, it was already approaching afternoon. She made her way straight back to the mansion, feeling a subtle pull towards the place she could call home, no matter how much she resisted. As she entered the house, it struck her as unusual that the atmosphere was so quiet upon opening the door. Considering she hadn't returned the previous night, she had sent a text message to Maria, their maid, informing her not to come today. There shouldn't be anyone else present in the household. Adjusting her shoes,

But it made her sad thinking that even this mansion wasn't the one she built but her father in law did. Shrugging her thoughts she wished the maids and insisted them to let her help. They didn't want her to help but her cute puppy eyes and pleading voice made them agree. She made badam halwa for everyone #filthyrichness and helped the maids in other things too.

he begins to say but I cut him off. “It’s not like that. I’m grateful to you and everything you’ve done for me. When my parents kicked me out of their house and I was sleeping in my best friend’s dorm room you took me in, married me and you gave me the best gift of all, Kira. I’d never trade that for the world.” I was truly grateful, I might not have a house full of children, but I have a husband I love, I don’t want the whole picket fence anymore, I have a beautiful home, David spent his time off, renovating, it’s so much better than any house on the market in my opinion. Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard.