Defiled Housewife Novels & Stories

She didn’t mind if she was just a second wife , but she wanted somewhere to lay her little babies , she couldn’t leave now . When she returned back to their matrimonial home , it wasn’t the same again , Williams didn’t care to know if they were his babies . He still hit her and turned her into a personal slave for his new wife , but the one that broke her into pieces was the last unforgivable one . It was just a sunny afternoon like every other day , and his husband's mistress had asked her to prepare something for her . To avoid getting into trouble , she left her kids in the room, not minding the fact that she was giving a room outside of the house in the maid’s quarters .

My wife, Iris Lockwood, earned 45 thousand dollars a year, yet she was a penny-pincher. Almost all the furniture and appliances in our home were items she had scavenged from local secondhand groups. The genuine leather couch in the living room had edges that were peeling and mottled, but she insisted, "Darling, this is top-grain leather. It originally cost more than six thousand dollars. The previous owner was in a rush to move abroad, so I snagged it for 100 dollars. Once you wipe off the dust, it's practically as good as new!"

> "I'm the cold, detached wife. I'm the emotionally unavailable physician who spent more time in the trauma bays than in her own home. I was entirely too focused on my own career advancement to notice a lonely, neglected husband." Thelma looked utterly crushed. The absolute silence that followed was all the confirmation I required. I nodded slowly, the pieces of the puzzle locking into perfect alignment. The script practically wrote itself. The highly successful, unyielding female doctor; the busy, neglectful mother; the tragic, cast-aside husband who simply fell into the arms of a warm, supportive young woman. You could almost hear the whispers spreading through the manicured lawns of River

“I threw this party to celebrate thirty-five years of marriage with my husband who I just found to be cheating with the woman who he recommended to rebuild our home.” June stiffened and April smirked from her end, having a field day in her head as she watched the drama unravel. “This woman!” Mrs Joseph didn’t hesitate to pinpoint June as the offender. “This home wrecker came into my home, and presented the best design for the new family house I sought to build for my family.” “She must have laughed me to scorn as I approved of her design for my home. She must have thought me to be foolish.” Mrs Joseph was close to tears. “Nevertheless, the joke is on you both because I will not allow you to

Mrs. Coleman’s face flushed red, then pale with anger. Charlotte gently took her hand, silently offering comfort. She looked at Monica with a faint, mocking smile. “What’s so shameful about being a housekeeper? It’s honest work—no stealing, no cheating. Earning a living with your own hands? I think that’s something to be proud of. On the other hand, women like you, who have no real skills and spend their days wasting their husband’s money on spa days, shopping, and beauty supplements—that’s what’s really disgraceful.”

His ever so meek and gentle wife was becoming mischievous. Mrs young eventually managed to regain her speech " Oh my dearie, you're back from the office, we obviously didn't see you standing there and there is nothing to disclose of course. We were just having some girls talk. I mean we are allowed to have those without attracting your piercive gaze, am I right? Sensing his doubt, she changed her game "Darling we were just talking about the less privileged in the society whose dreams had been shambled into tiny pieces, they lack comfort and most times shelter, my heart goes out to them"

She was an elegant woman who was supported well by the employer around her surroundings. Even though, she was the head she didn’t walk around with round steps or high heels just to appear how great she was. She was simple as any housewife who only cares for her house duties. This Girls’ House was her own house where she shared it with girls of all as the same story related to her own. To specify it, after the terrible incident that took place with her in her own house with her and her husband, her brother ran away from the house by carrying her body in his two arms, laying her in his car, and drove away without looking back.

I released her and she turned around marching up to Madam Wix. “ This is officially the last time that you will get to stay in this house, If anything happens like this again you and your lousy husband have to leave” Madam Wix fell on her knees and tears fell down from her eyes which made me regret what I did, but then again it wasn’t my fault. The lady walked away from us fuming in anger, I picked up Madam Wix off the ground and apologized. She gave me a tight hug and said that it wasn’t my fault which is true. I found out that the lady's name was Hildreth Masicot, She was one of the people who was hated around here, everyone disliked her. She was too full of herself and often abused others

The entire room was a mess. Standing a distance away from her was her housekeeper, Matilda. The woman looked tired and sleepy, she had been cleaning the entire house since the day news got to her boss that Sarah Waves was getting married to Ron Diego. It was not because the house was dirty but because her boss kept breaking and tearing things apart out of rage and she was left to clean the mess the woman makes.

She almost wanted to start going round to look around because she missed this house and its interriors but realising that the lady talking with her now is apparantly rude, she restrained herself while looking around the the contours of the vasty living room. The main hall looked the same, which reminds her of the first day she and Samson got married. They walked down that hall which was decorated to look like an aisle. She started wondering what could have made Diler sell of the house. Or did he really sell it? Did someone steal the property from him? Is something wrong somewhere? And where the heck are they? Dilervan didn't even pick his call and it was annoying.