Defiled Young Housewife Novels & Stories

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.

Adrian’s hand touched the small of her back. Light. Warning. Possessive enough to make her pulse trip. “Her name is Elena.” “I know her name.” The old man’s smile was slow and unpleasant. “Elena Hart. Waitress. Mother in St Catherine’s Hospital. Three months behind on rent. No savings worth mentioning. No family powerful enough to object.” Elena’s face burned before she could stop it. Not because she was ashamed of being poor. Because he had said it like poverty was a stain on his carpet.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

I thought Ethan had intended to hide it in the beginning. However, even that was too challenging for him. We chose to rent a cheap, rundown apartment to save money. The surrounding residents are mostly elderly people who had plenty of time to gossip. If I had chatted with those old ladies more often, I might have known about the scandal much earlier. Margaret called right away when she heard the news. She had worked hard to raise Ethan on her own and had spoiled him to no end. When I picked up the call, she scolded me. “How dare you talk about divorce when you haven’t even been able to give him a baby in these few years?!

I just had to endure for two more days, get the evidence, and file for divorce right away. I washed my hands and started preparing dinner. I added a small amount of sleeping pills to the mushroom soup Felicia liked. The pills were actually from when we first got married. I was under so much pressure to earn money and give us a good life that I couldn't sleep. Felicia had even accompanied me to the doctor to get them. I guessed we must've had some love back then, but her feelings for me had changed. I shook my head to clear my thoughts. Nothing could change the fact that she was plotting to kill me now.

“I lived in a small three-bedroom house that my dad bought when he had a decent job. Our door needed to be replaced, but we couldn’t afford it. There were cracks in it, and we put insulation over it to keep the house cool in the summer and warm in the winter. I was living there 18 months ago. Now, I am standing in front of a mansion with iron and glass doors. But it isn’t because I worked hard- “Don’t say you didn’t earn this,” Max interrupts, his voice laced with annoyance. “You are my wife. Did things start well? No. But look where we are. You deserve this and so much more for what I put you through.” Max grabs both my hands in his, “My achievements are yours. You saw a broken man and didn

She squeezed her eyes shut tightly before opening the bathroom door and stepping out. ​ "What are you doing?" she asked. A pile of clothes had been torn out of the wardrobe and lay scattered across the floor. ​ "Getting rid of the filth." ​ "Filth?" The young woman glanced at the clothes and realized they belonged to a woman. They could belong to no one else but his wife. ​ "Regardless, she is still your wife." ​

MARRIED AT SIXTEEN 💘 (Love filled with Bitterness) Written by: Authoress Ricky ✍️ Episode Thirty-Seven✍️ BRYAN I was sitting in the living room playing game on the television while Martha won't stop pacing round the house grabbing all her song book and I was surprised to know her guitar had always been under our matrimonal bed. "Bryan"She called. "Yes"I answered not taking my eye off the game. "You promised to help"She said and I take a quick glance at her then back to the game.

6:30 AM: Drive him to early chess club. All while Jonathan slept. All while Vivienne probably dreamed of the life she was stealing. All while I funded every moment of it. I closed the laptop. The numbers had told their story. Eight years of marriage. Eight years of being the only one working. Eight years of paying for my own erasure. Tomorrow I'd wake up at 5 AM. I'd make breakfast. Pack lunches. Drive to school. Work all day to pay for a life where I was becoming invisible. But tonight, I knew the truth. The Blackwood fortune was a decade away. The husband who handled finances hadn't earned a penny in eight months. The only thing keeping us afloat was me.

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.