Defiled Housewife Novels & Stories

Emelda shut back, her eyes filled with built up rage. “Well, Mr. I don't know what she did to get you on her side but this lady here is a slut and I have proof.” the unfamiliar lady accused, her expression hateful and venomous as she spoke. “You better watch it! Don't talk to my wife that way.” I answered, my voice high as I tried to defend Emelda. The lady let out a hysterical laughter as she uttered disdainfully “Your wife?” then shifting her gaze to Emelda she continued. “You sure do know how to deceive people so well. So you left your poor wretched old husband and hooked on this one because he is rich?”

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.

I hissed, glaring at her while holding my hand. “Didn't you see me walking in? Why didn't you greet me?” she asked, placing her hands on her hips. “You're such a rude woman. No wonder why your mother-in-law can't stand you.” I mumbled under my breath. “Well, the feeling's mutual.” “What did you say?!” I let out a sigh before turning to the woman. Dorothy was a housewife who relied on her husband's wealth to feel revelant in the elite society. She wasn't smart or hardworking, but always followed other people's plans and ended up being the scape goat most of the time.

“Sheena, look at yourself. Your body is so fat, your face is dull, your glasses are thick. You look more like a maid than the wife of a billionaire. Claudia is far more suitable to stand by my side. Aren’t you ashamed to see your own reflection in the mirror?” Mrs. Medyna, who had been silent all this time, chimed in sharply. “Gevan is right. You really don’t know your place, Sheena. All you do is stay in the kitchen, cook meals, do the laundry, and take care of the child. No wonder your husband looks at another woman. A woman should take care of her appearance.”

She lunged at me, her perfectly manicured index finger stabbing the air inches from my nose. "You were a fool! A naive idiot who let herself be used and discarded like a tissue!" Her lips twisted in a spasm of genuine contempt. "At least I was never the mistress… the pathetic, secret fling! The woman he hid from the world! I am the wife! Mrs. Reed! Something you will never be!"

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.

Mark had erased her from their life bit by bit, so slowly she hadn't even noticed until it was too late. But now she saw it. She saw everything. Elena Sterling had been the perfect wife, the perfect mother, the perfect doormat for twelve years. Starting today, that was going to change. She opened her laptop and began typing her resignation from this life. Because if Mark wanted her gone, he was about to get his wish. But not the way he expected.

" 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."

They didn’t fight me. Poor Emilia. So sheltered she didn’t even know what kind of life her husband and daughter were living behind her back. Finding out Anita was a thief and an attempted murderer? That her husband took comfort in whores more than in his own home? It broke something in her. That family wouldn’t recover anytime soon.

] [Let me summarize: side piece assaults family, trash wife protects side piece, epic family annihilation—chef's kiss! [Modern independent woman? More like a hollow trophy who abandoned her own family. Can't even protect her father!] [Look who showed up—the Keltner heiress. This just got nasty for Ashley.] [For those unaware: Chelsey Keltner, sole heir to the Gibelli Keltners, nicknamed the 'Legal Executioner'—undefeated. Ashley, you might want to start picking out your burial plot.] "Small-time fling? I love Ashley! Ashley, tell them!" Brian raged, clutching her arm and shouting hysterically.