American Housewife Season 5 Novels & Stories

Constant work. And the one who'd done it all without a word was gone. Now her life was unraveling. "Asher, the electricity got cut. Can you take care of it?" "Asher, you haven't been home in a while. Come over for dinner." "Asher, how do you use the washer? I need to do laundry." ... Even Asher got annoyed. At first, he answered. A few times. Then he stopped picking up altogether. Janet finally saw it—she couldn't even handle the basics on her own.

If she hadn't been limited by what she could carry, she would have wanted to buy the entire stall. "Yeah." Anna nodded. "He really likes them, too." Then she pointed at the dishes on the plates. "These are all made by him. American food." Rebecca looked at the grilled salmon, sautéed green beans, and roast chicken. They were indeed typical American food. She had always loved collecting cups and plates. The life she had once dreamed of was simple—eating with the person she loved, using beautiful tableware, and growing old with him. It would have been so wonderful, but she had never gotten it. Now Vance was doing it for another woman, which brought her a strange feeling. She probably should ha

Rosie met her two kids in the living room and asked them, “Where's your father?" Richard shuddered and looked back at his mother, startled by her sharp tone. He replied, “He’s gone upstairs to your room, Mom.” “Hmm. Wait here with your sister. I will be back downstairs to prepare our dinner.” Rosie knew that she didn't have any maids, so she proceeded to climb the living room stairs, having just acquired the duplex mansion. Her business had flourished, and she was doing well for herself. She didn't want to be reminded of her past mistakes.