Defiled Young Housewife Novels & Stories

"She faked her death and burned down everything I'd built over twenty years, including my savings, just to marry him." My voice rose with intensity, despite the pain that still lanced through my chest as I spoke. "I thought I lost my wife and daughter in a fire. The trauma broke me. I was diagnosed with depression." I placed a medical report and a paternity test on the table. Reporters began murmuring, and those who had doubted me rushed forward to examine the documents. I continued, "After my parents found me, Ross, afraid of losing his place, set a trap to drive me out of the company, regardless of the damage it would cause.

I weep for that foolish belief that love is sometimes born of the everyday, that it can grow where nothing was ever sown. I am tired. My phone vibrates. I ignore it at first. Then I look. And the screen explodes in my face. Divorce petition initiated by MARIUS D. via e-Divorce. Not a word. Not a call. Not even a message. Just that. A notification. A cold, impersonal sentence. I stand too quickly. The chair tips, falls. I stagger. People turn their heads. But I don't care. I want to flee. To get out.

"Pack your things and get out of here this instant! Also, I'll be mailing the divorce agreement to you. So, don't even think about taking a single penny from my family." Looking at the woman I had once loved so deeply, I suddenly found her incredibly foreign and utterly ridiculous. Even with the truth laid bare, the only things she cared about were still her reputation and her interests; she hadn't offered so much as a single word of apology. "Emma, are you sure you want to kick me out?" I asked calmly, slowly tucking the pen away. "Heartwell Hospital used to be a subpar hospital on the brink of bankruptcy. I was the one who led the team and spent five years turning it into a top-tier instit

As memories of our marriage played in my mind, I couldn’t help but sneer. “Regret? Why would I regret this?” For now, all I had to do was wait for those ten days to pass. That evening, when I returned home from work, I found the house transformed. Roses filled every corner. Candles, arranged in the shape of a heart, flickered in the middle of the living room. The sofa was a mess, with petals littering the floor. The candles had clearly been burning for a while. Tyler leaned halfway over the upstairs railing when he saw me enter.

The old woman readjusted the pillows behind my head and tugged awkwardly at my huspital gown trying to seem nice , only once before the nurse (H's assitance) would leave her to me. I could not believe that philbert's mother, of whom happened to be running for governor, was indeed a very wealthy woman. We had stollen away to marry, i and Phil after his fathers disapproval at the convent, but hardly did i realize what philbert moorman had given up just to have me. It was such a complicating feeling to experience.

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.

“The house was sitting empty so long, and well, no one knew what became of you. If you were coming back, or if you were even alive. So . . .” “You decided to claim it?” She fidgeted mightily. “Um, well . . . I guess you might call it that, yes . . . It’s just that we came on hard times, what with the Goblin attacks and all. My husband was killed, and the children only babes. I had to sell my services as a seamstress, to leave the farm. And we knew your family, and didn’t think it too imprudent to, um . . .” She sighed. “Do you wish us to leave?”

“This is outrageous! How dare you, a mere servant, speak to me like that? That woman upstairs took advantage of a brief break between Gerald and I and intervened in our relationship. She’s a shameless mistress. I must go upstairs and finish her off!” North understood now; it was Jane. She was the spoiled young lady from the Lane family. She constantly talked about “finishing people off”.

Delphine nodded, glancing at her son’s weary face, feeling a deep pang of sympathy. Her son, always spirited and handsome, had always been the one closest to her heart. “Barry, that woman, Elizabeth, is definitely not simple. She came from a rural background, but she managed to marry Mr. Reed. She did that by using your uncle’s mother’s influence. Your uncle’s mother also came from a rural family, not born into wealth, but she was beautiful, an excellent cook, and deeply loved by your grandfather. When she married him, she was still young, but not long after, she disappeared. They couldn’t even find her body. The word I got was that another woman, a friend of hers, killed her—most likely for

Celine drove while John, whose arms were still in casts, struggled to flip through the property deeds. "This is the house Matilda and Chad purchased together five years ago. They were not even married yet, but they bought a house!" "Who knew what your sister was thinking back then? If I hadn't discovered the property deed in the villa, we wouldn't have known about it!" Celine got angrier as she thought about it. However, John said enviously, "But Matilda is certainly good at making money. She had only been in college for three years and already had enough money to buy her own house!"