Novel & Cerita Defiled Young Housewife

My husband turned to me, a slight frown on his face. “Who sees you as ugly and old? All I see is the young woman I fell in love with, Zara Delafontaine Blackwood.” His words still carried the sweetness that first captivated me. A smile refused to leave my lips as the Christmas lights in our home twinkled as brightly as the love in our eyes. I gently released myself from his embrace, assuring him that I'll take care of preparing our meal. He insisted on helping, but I stood my ground, affirming my role as a devoted wife and mother.

Maria asked for the butler to sigh. " I am sorry ma'am that's all I know," he said and hung up. Maria was surprised, she never believed the family she married for almost 33 years now was capable of breaking one down to nothing, like she was not even a mother, or wife to them at all. She sat on her bed frustratedly when her phone rang. "Hello" her weak voice responds. " Madam, this is George from Hawaii, some government agent came in saying the Willington asked the house should be seized as the owner got it illegally using the Willington family black card," the housekeeper said for Maria to jump up immediately.

"How would you feel knowing your father killed your own mother in front of you and you couldn’t do anything? We all have our demons to fight, Rara, but Killian, he accepted his demons unlike us, who try to ignore their whisperings.” “I was a barren, divorced twenty eight years old woman when I first met Jakob. Like any woman, I was attracted to his pale blue eyes and charming smile, at that time I did not knew he was married and with a child. I worked as worker in one of his hotels. On one winter might I was working late night shift when he approached me drunk. He threw money at me and like a desperate woman, I agreed to spend a night with him.” Her face twisted as if she was trying to forge

"I heard that the wife of Carpenter Group's boss was physically abused and put in the hospital!" "Didn't they say it was a car accident? How did it turn into a domestic dispute?" "What do you mean by domestic dispute? Domestic violence is clearly an act of physical violence! We can't simply categorize it as a domestic dispute." "You guys are lagging behind with the news. Mrs. Carpenter is already dead. The Carpenters are only trying to cover it up by saying she's in the hospital. Think about it! What's there to hide if she really was involved in a car accident?"

Faced with her guilty and awkward expression, I began to accept the truth that the woman before me was my wife, who had supposedly died in an accident. Knowing how I was trembling out of sheer fury, Serena held my hand and questioned Phoebe on my behalf, "So, your parents were in on it too, helping to stage your death back then?" Given that our friends were all present, and some were even recording with their phones, Serena seized the moment to threaten her. "How absurd is this? Well, I'm sure the news station would have a field day over this. Since you're so unwilling to explain yourself, I'll let the internet and journalists investigate it instead."

"The man is a rapist, and the woman isn't any better. Rotten trash! Go to hell!" "You disgusting thing. A disgrace to women. If I were you, I'd kill myself right now to atone!" "Are you that vile? You can't have children, so you harm other women? Are you even human?" ... Those comments were like sharp knives, carving into me until I was flayed alive. At the thought of it, I immediately deleted everything on the account and then deactivated it entirely. Then another thought surfaced. What difference would that make? What was coming would still come.

And yeah, it felt good. Janet wouldn't stop explaining herself. So I blocked her number and moved out. She called every relative she could, trying to talk me down. Didn't work. For the first time in my life, I saw everything clearly. I wasn't being dramatic. I should've divorced her years ago. Before I became a full-time homemaker, I was a factory accountant. I spent my life balancing numbers. Never thought the final reckoning would be the end of my marriage. I had records of every dollar I spent. Every single one.

The whole experience was completely surreal to Wren. It felt like something that had happened to someone else and she was only a spectator in her own body. Wren stood barefoot in her kitchen, waiting for the coffee machine to finish gurgling. The experience continued to replay in flashes. She lost her virginity to Dean, of all people, on a random Tuesday night. She remembered Felix, and how she used to have this childish fantasy of her virginity to her husband in a beautiful room, maybe with rose petals and champagne. She’d held on to it throughout her entire marriage to Felix, waiting for something that would never come, clinging to an idea of how things should be instead of accepting how f

Things had not gone as intended, not even close. For a long time, Mrs Young had considered herself in charge of her fate. She had plotted and schemed her way through life as though her survival depended on it—because it did. To her husband, she was pure, innocent, and naïve, a woman incapable of malice. That illusion had been her greatest weapon. Now, because of those rich, pampered, and spoilt ladies—his daughter included—her once loving husband had struck her in public.

Before I could finish, shrill shouting interrupted me, "You jinx! Shameless creature! How dare you call me! Who do you think you are, not using my grandson's money on me? Did you secretly steal his money to support your poor family, huh?" Marianne Young's words were like poisoned needles, stabbing into my ears one by one. "I realized long ago that you're not someone obedient. The Young family is supremely unlucky that you married into the family. I'm telling you, hurry up and pay, or I won't let you go!" 'I see,' I thought as the last shred of softness in my heart completely vanished, turning into icy mockery. It turned out she had always believed that I was only spending Neil's money and ev