Defiled Young Housewife Mga Nobela at Kwento

Merely thinking about this, my stomach twisted. The lavish mansion, once a warm home when my mother was alive, had become a golden cage filled with resentment. Since my mother’s sudden death, nothing had been the same. My father, Gerald Arcole, wasted no time marrying Delilah—the woman I always suspected of being his mistress even before my mom’s death. They said it was an auto crash but my instinct which has been disturbing me ever since tells me it was a plan. They planned it this way and used a truck driver so Delilah can come in.

The young woman folded her hands on her chest and said, "Are you also here to view a house? Is it a two-bedroom one? How much down payment do you plan to pay? Forty thousand? Fifty thousand? " "Haha, come on babe, she definitely didn't come to buy a house. She's just here to view them! If she can afford to buy a house, I'll spell my name backward and call myself Derif! She's a B-girl now, and I heard she still owes a lot of money. Do you expect her to be able to afford a house?" Ferid laughed and began to mock Queenie again.

She and her husband bought a small house and were ready to live out their retirement in their hometown, South Cedid. As for the man Louise had an affair with, he was married to a notorious daughter of a mafia family. Louise was then sold into a brothel, contracted a venereal disease, and died on a straw mat in a basement. As for me, I continued to build my career. Our company achieved a major breakthrough in cutting-edge technology and even won a national award. When I went up to the stage to accept the award, my husband, Levi, walked slowly toward me with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

"Delilah is in jail. For attempted murder, she pointed a gun at my unborn child." "How perfectly timed. The competition disappears right before you show up." Maeve leaned back in her chair like she'd just won a chess match. "Tell me, Miss... what was your name before you married into money? Kane, wasn't it? Tell me how a nobody from nowhere suddenly discovered she was worth billions." "I didn't know about any of this until—"

I left him He's a lost case I wore a hood , with jeans and a face mask I didn't want any reporter to recognize me I didn't ride my car instead I boarded a taxi I stared at the house in front of me Memories of my mom clouded my mind It was as though she was right here with me I enter the house, the sitting room is just as she left it but her pictures are no longer hanged on the walls instead it's that woman's picture Speaking of the devil "Why are you here?" She roared I scoff"where's Dad? " "You aren't suppose to be here" she frown "I'll leave as soon as I talk to Dad " I roll my eyes "I don't want you to talk to my husband" I frown"then I'll find him myself"I tried going into the rooms ,she

If Daniel hadn't been by her side, her distressed state might have been no better than Delilah's. Wilfred clenched his fists, looking emotionless. "That's how it is!" Cindy wiped her tears, trying hard to keep her voice steady. "Ladies and gentlemen, I'm an uneducated housewife. My husband was just an ordinary driver for the Newhouses... We were both manipulated by Mrs. Newhouses!

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

“I am your wife! You let Katia kick us out of our house, and you did not say a single word! You just stood there and let her humiliate us! She is a monster, and you are just letting her rule over you like a slave.” I stared at her, genuinely baffled by the depth of her denial. It was like watching someone try to argue that the sky was neon green. "Which delusion is this one? Delia, you have never been my wife. You and I had an arrangement, a contract, that you would play the part for the family. I told you from the very first day that I was already married. When you say 'our,' you are confusing me, because there was never a 'me and you.' I never deceived you. I was perfectly transparent from

The gold ring caught the light instantly, the gemstone at its center glinting with blinding brilliance. For a second, everything went still. “There it is,” Elena said, stepping forward and snatching it up. “Proof.” She held it high, like she had just won something, her eyes flicked to me. “What do you have to say now?” Behind her, I noticed some of the maids were standing by the door, whispering. Some of them were smiling, while the otters laughed. I had spent five years in this house, with these people, living for these people, and this was how it ended.

I didn't give her the chance to do so as I continued, "In the past year, I took care of a bedridden elderly man by myself, dropped off and picked up Adam from kindergarten every day, cooked, did laundry, and handled all the housework, running myself ragged without a break. "She initially messaged frequently to check on us, but her communication gradually dwindled until she barely even called. I kept telling myself she was just busy at work, pulling long hours for our future." I was trembling slightly as I spoke, but I compelled myself to stay composed. "It turns out that she wasn't working hard for our future at all—she was busy being in a relationship with you, Joseph. She played me for a w