Novel & Cerita American Housewife Season 5

" 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.

I greeted them. I see recognition in their eyes. “Good afternoon Mrs. Ottave!” They greeted me. “I'm visiting my husband. Is he in his office?” I ask them. “We'll just call her secretary Ma'am.” They said. While they are calling my husband’s office I took quick glance at the building’s lobby. Like our building, they have the minimalist look, simple but elegant. “Ma'am Mara as per your husband's secretary, Sir Maru is in his office.” “Okay. Thanks. ...” I look at her nameplate “Abbie”

He was flustered and stunned. Before he could recover, I grabbed him and dragged him toward the washing machine. My sudden actions caught Eira off guard. It left her stunned for a moment. The next second, I roughly shoved both Reed and the sheets into the washing machine. “Dirty things need to be washed together!” “Ah! Vedran, you lunatic! Let me go!” Reed roared as he kicked around wildly in fury. I easily seized his wrist. Five years of housework had made me way stronger than this pampered man.

Luoise shouted as she ran out to catch up with her granddaughter. "Hey, Louise, have you lost your mind?!" shouted Marie as she glared at her husband running out of the house with only a towel covering his lower body. Marie immediately ran after Louise, intending to drag the old man into the house before anything worse happened. Before Louise could get out of the yard, the towel covering her body slipped off, revealing a green triangle that instantly made all the women who passed by the street in front of their house scream hysterically while covering their eyes with their hands.

When I got up in the morning, the woman who stared back at me in the mirror had two deep, dark circles under her eyes. Megan was not a live-in housekeeper. She usually arrived around nine in the morning. In my previous life, on this very day, I had left early to go to the airport to pick Daniel up. Today, I followed the same path as before. Before heading out, I even gave Megan a call. "We won't be home at all today. You don't need to cook lunch or dinner. Just clean up." On the other end of the line, she sounded gentle and respectful, completely different from the woman who would later cry in front of the courthouse.

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

With that, they rushed inside the apartment, and it was obvious what was about to happen. I stopped recording, feeling quite pleased with today’s little adventure. Megan, the show you put on today would make the perfect opening scene for your wedding video.

, Mrs Houston suddenly said. She spoke in such wintry tone, it made even Etta scared. Everyone stopped eating and looked at her. Mrs Houston had always been a strict and feared mother, and considering how sophisticated she always looked, it gave her that overall feel of a powerful woman. "How dare you bring this confused being into my house to eat off my dining?" her eyes were dead cold. Etta glanced at Nathan. "B... But, mum..."

he calmly stated before heading to his room. During dinner, Grandma, Mrs. Jane, Jennifer, Evan, Mr. Davis, and Camilla sat around the dining table in silence, their expressions somber. Only Grandma and Mr. Davis engaged in conversation. Mrs. Jane glared at Camilla, her gaze filled with animosity. When Aubrey approached to serve soup to Camilla, Mrs. Jane discreetly extended her foot, causing Aubrey to stumble and spill the boiling liquid onto Camilla's arm. Camilla screamed in pain, drawing everyone's attention. Mrs. Jane smiled wickedly. Aubrey, apologizing profusely, attempted to offer assistance, but Camilla pushed her away, accidentally causing Aubrey's arm to collide with a nearby chair

I looked at my dearest husband as his hands were clasped together, his legs shaking and his eyes blinking like a failing bulb. I smiled because I got him! “Officers, I had dinner with my husband on that day and I have proof to back it all up,” I smiled. “Are you sure that you are in your right senses, right now?” “That I am, thanks for asking,” “Mr Cullen…” “Ooh…” I cut the officer off. “That will be all, thank you,” “Mrs Cullen, this is for you too,” the female agent said. “I get you mean well but thanks for your concerns.” I smiled, standing up and adjusting my dress. “That will be all, officers,”