Defiled Housewife Novels & Stories

“Ray, apologize to Dale right now. If you do, I’ll keep you around for old time’s sake.” During our seven-year marriage, we had no children. The problem wasn’t me, but Krystal—her underdeveloped ovaries made it impossible for her to conceive. I kept the truth from Krystal to protect her pride, taking the fall for our childlessness. Alas, my commitment to her was thrown back in my face. Locking my gaze onto her, I hissed through gritted teeth, “Krystal, the problem lies with you. You’re infertile from defective follicle development.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she swiftly brushed them away. "I might have lost his love, I might have lost being someone he loves, but I can never lose being his wife to that fraud. I can't lose the comfort, connection, and financial security his wife will bring to my family's company," Flora muttered to herself, abandoning the facade of innocence. With clenched fists, she crossed the threshold, overhearing David's conversation with his mother.

She was no longer just a wife; she was a woman on the verge of a new life, a life she would build on her own terms. Meanwhile, Dante's life had become a stark and solitary journey of self-reflection. His apartment, once a symbol of his success, was now a quiet, empty space where he did the hard, painful work of change. He had started therapy with Dr. Elias, a man whose quiet wisdom was a stark contrast to his own past bravado. He faced his demons head-on, unearthing the roots of his anger and pride, the deep-seated insecurities that had fueled his need for control.

“I told you exactly who she was. She's nothing but a class A hooker. Leave her be, she's for the street.” “Actually Mr John, you know there's a crime known as defamation of name and I'm going to give you one more chance to redeem yourself. This lady here is someone I'm getting married to soon, she told me all about it. Hell, I didn't even find out from her. I found out from her best friend, how you treated her all the time she was married to you.

Johan grabbed Caroline’s hand to pull her up. Victoria smiled, satisfied with Johan’s actions toward Caroline. She was constantly treated like this. Only tears could convey her pain. "I didn’t mean to be lazy in this house. I just don’t feel well. I’m always told to do housework all day long." Caroline cried bitterly in front of Johan. A wife should be loved and cared for by her husband. But Caroline Margareth’s fate was different. She was constantly oppressed in her husband’s house. Her mother-in-law didn’t like her presence there.

"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" my wife, Felicia Odell, asked. I stretched my stiff limbs from sitting too long and saved the design I'd just finished. The client had paid a good amount for these designs. Once I received the final payment, combined with my savings, we'd be able to buy a house of our own. A place just for the two of us, not some rental apartment.

Charles Wilson did everything he could to save his wife but she lost her life to cancer. The Wilson's were heartbroken and devastated, it was a delicate period for them. Clara and her father went through a lot but they had to move on, the young lady was just fifteen years old then. Charles Wilson met Deli after four years and decided to remarry, Clara needed a mother figure in her life to take care of certain things. Deli was an angel or so they thought, she treated Clara nicely and got her gifts. This continued for a few months until Charles Wilson proposed and married her. Deli changed after the wedding, she started to reveal her true personality. The new wife was the she-devil in person,

"That's where we capitalize" "There was a man who'd lied to Richard about skimming money off the books",she said. "A week later that same man was found buried alive in his own house. His wife was bound to a chair secured to a wall post. If her mother hadn't been scheduled to come over for lunch the woman would've burned down with the house after watching her husband die". "Did they have kids?" He asked. "Three", she supplied. "They'd already left for school". "Then,the wife must've been involved in the scam somehow",he says after a thoughtful pause.

Go to the guestroom and sleep there, this Is my matrimonial bed, I don't allow strangers In my bedroom, even, since my mom and my sister has been coming here, they haven't been sleeping In my matrimonial bed, even my mother Inlaw haven't trying It with me" Deja said, "If anyone should go to the guestroom, It's you, I'm the real wife In this house, and It will get to a stage I wouldn't like to share my husband with a barren woman like you because I wouldn't want you to contaminate his dick with your gynacological disease because I don't want to become barren" Doyin said,

Stand tall, don’t let anyone diminish you. “Girlfriend?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes, anger bubbling. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m his wife.” My voice trembled, but I stood my ground. The old woman laughed so hard she wheezed, wiping tears from her cheeks with the rag in her hand. “His wife? Oh, darling, and I’m a billionaire disguised as a housekeeper. Spare me your delusions.” She raised the duster again, swiping toward me like I was dust she wanted to sweep away.