Defiled Housewife Novels & Stories

"Did Jared arrive? Jared Sinclair. I sent him here. Has he arrived? Has he settled in? He better have come already; I'm not in the mood to waste time. Important matters always come first, and I hope he gives this priority. It has to be done." "Yes, sir. He arrived late." "And my wife?," the word seemed very strange, very ridiculous to call her that. "Has she deigned to get out of bed or eat? It seems like she wants to starve herself. Is that the best way she sees to end her pathetic life? Everything about that woman is very pathetic." "She went out this afternoon with the young man you sent, went shopping for some clothes, and now she's in the dining room, about to have dinner."

Gift tried to console her, but Winifred shook her head. “Whatever you heard is true. I'm a slut and a golddigger, I married Joseph’s dad for his money and I kept the fact that I was married a secret from him. We haven't even gotten divorced yet, so I'm technically married to two men. I'm a bad person, so please. I beg of you, please leave.” She was pleading as she cried. The pain in her eyes was evident and the croaking of her voice appealed to Gift who knew what it was to cry several silent tears before finally breaking down.

I'd given almost everything I had for the past six years. From a once radiant, brilliant, and talented woman, I'd worn myself down into a haggard, exhausted housewife. And yet, he'd never once seen me as his wife. If that was the case… then I didn't want this so-called home anymore.

Was his wife here to catch them red-handed? Before she could explain, Will’s wife said snappily, “Does life in the Tremont household and Mark Tremont not live up to your expectations? You’re married. Why are you still involved with someone else’s husband? I’ve always wondered what’s so special about the girl who got away. Now I know that you’re nothing but a dishonorable sl*t!”

I'm worthless! I lay on the floor, unaware of how much time had passed; I just knew I wanted to lie there. I no longer knew what was happening around me. I stared at the ceiling, as if my wife would appear from there. I love her. I just don’t know what kind of stupidity came over me that made me fall for Matilda’s tricks again. My wife is a good person. She managed to fix the farm in such a short time. Despite her young age, the blood of a businessperson runs in her veins.

With sheer willpower, I fought back the urge to vomit as my tears of frustration pooling in my eyes. We do not employ household help, primarily because of my personal preference. However, maids from the Cornell household visit three times a week to assist with cleaning at Serenity Pines Estate. I cleaned up the sour and nauseating mess he had expelled from his mouth beside the bed. Three years ago, my mother-in-law asserted that our duty as women was to serve our husbands. I hoped that by fulfilling this duty, Philip would notice or perhaps view me as a woman who loves him deeply.

******* Downstairs, Emilia sat alone in the kitchen, mascara ruined, champagne in hand, listening to the sounds of her birthday party continuing without her. She was losing everything. Her husband. Her dignity. Her sanity. Her marriage. All to Delilah

I never got this information from anyone though; it was just my personal conclusion and I could be totally wrong. "OK, which Philomena do you know?" I asked running out of patience. "The Philomena I know died a long time ago…" "How do you mean? "Yes, long before your aunt and her husband moved into this house. She was the wife to the owner of this house…" "What did you drink this afternoon?" I asked refusing to believe what Khalid was sharing. If she died a long time ago, then who have I been having sex with and moving around the house with? I questioned myself.

“My late ex husband, Noah Shaw, he was a very terrible man. A bully. He would beat me up for not having his meals ready at exactly six pm, and he would hit me with a belt for not having a spread out on the table for him, and that only happened when I was sick. He would also cheat on me, and he treated me worse than dirt beneath his usually doesn’t shoes. You can’t imagine.” Delilah shook her head. “How can a person be that cruel to his own wife?” “Oh, that was not even all. He refused to allow us to have children! He made me act all prim and proper and treated me like a child. He cheated multiple times and would still come back to me to break things and complain and transfer aggression. I st

And if there is another life, she vowed not to meet that man again, and if they did, she would make him pay for everything he did in this life. When Vanity learned of Isabelle's death, she simply dismissed it as another piece of passing news because it didn't concern her at all. Instead of moaning about trivial matters, she went on a date with her husband and fed a large number of people dog food. Who hasn't heard of this famous housewife? A wife who was not only young and beautiful, but so spoiled and pampered that all the ladies envied her and some even despised her that they couldn't help but hire a water army to splash dirty mud on her name, despite the fact that there were others who ge