Novel & Cerita Defiled Housewife

“People like her, who have to work hard to make their own money, are nothing like us. We can shop whenever we please. They, on the other hand, have to see if their company is too busy—just like Damon.” Sully burst out laughing. It was her first time seeing a housewife regard herself so highly. Most middle-aged women who stayed home for years would feel insecure when meeting glamorous, professional peers. But not Agatha. On the contrary, she seemed ready to mock them. “Delilah, do you think the same way?” Ignoring Agatha entirely, Sully directed her question straight at Delilah, forcing her face to change immediately as she fumbled for a response. If she denied it, she’d contradict her mother

Perhaps even his mistake. And his mother… His mother never bothered to hide her contempt for me. She always knew I was not the one she would have chosen for him. I was not beautiful like his sister, nor brilliant like his friends. I was not fertile. "Three years without a child," she once said to me in a flat, almost clinical tone. As if I were a piece of furniture too old, a household appliance that no longer serves its function.

The glittering crowd and lively chatter couldn't stir even a flicker of interest in me. "Hey, isn't that Mrs. Peyton? "Look at her outfit. Must be worth over hundreds of thousands, easily." "She's so lucky. If only I could marry into a wealthy family like that." The gossip buzzed all around me, and I caught it despite my apathy. Curious, I glanced toward the entrance and instantly froze. A woman in a designer gown stepped in, her figure draped in jewels, smiling radiantly as she waved to the guests. That face... was identical to the wife I'd thought died three years ago.

The moment he did, she could file for divorce without hesitation. He had just opened his mouth when Bianca jumped in first. “Honestly, what value can a mere housewife bring to her husband’s success? Success isn’t about who washes the dishes better,” she said with an exaggerated eye roll. Mrs. Adler’s brows furrowed. She turned sharply toward Bianca. “Excuse me? And who exactly is this rude woman?” Bianca’s face twisted in anger, ready to snap back, but Felix’s stern glare silenced her immediately.

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

, I replied, I could see the disbelief in her eyes. The King of The Underworld was nothing to be proud of. Especially if that man was your husband. "You–you killed all those people?", She asked softly. I nodded, feeling guilt surge through my being. "How could you, Neil? How–" "I told you that you shouldn't know it–" "Shut up!", She screamed standing up. "You are a freaking murderer, assasin, drug addict, terrorist, everything! And you sir, are telling me that I shouldn't know it!", She was shouting by this time.

Looking at Alber Green's wife's appearance, she knew that a dandy like him, even if he really had any idea about her, would not dare to be too promiscuous. Walking, suddenly came to the best place to open the Jacaranda, is Winifre mother's villa. Looking inside, Winifred mother is sitting on the balcony, drinking coffee, turning on the computer and processing documents. She is still as busy with her career as before. She didn't notice that she was looking up at her by the side of the road. Winifred never liked her because she was the daughter of the third child and robbed Zora Wood of what belonged to her.

Hannah stood up and said angrily, “Mom, what do you mean by this? I am also a member of this family. So, am I not even qualified to sit on a sofa?” Lady Wilson replied sharply, “You are right! You are not even qualified to sit on this sofa! In this family, you are nothing more than a servant! Moreover, you are a servant whom I am extremely dissatisfied with! If it weren’t because Mr. Webb having your back, I would have already driven an indecent and loose woman like you out of my house a long time ago!”

said the woman after Annie left, while observing Marianne’s face. Marianne looks at her, this woman came into her room without knocking and basically ordered Annie to leave but Annie is gullible to pick up the intention or just too excited to see her room. “Yes, and you are?” Marianne said, this woman doesn’t seem to say anything else if she won’t answer. “Although you’ve lost your memories, that tongue is still sharp as ever, I’m Delia Terry, the Williams’ household housekeeper, call me Mrs. Smith,” she said with a slight twist on her lips.