Discarded Housewife Novels & Stories

All along, she had been putting on an act for my father's sake, but now that he was incapacitated, she no longer felt the need to conceal her true self—an abusive and malicious stepmother. While we may not be wealthy, we manage to live a decent life. We used to have two maids who took care of the household chores, but Fiona decided to dismiss them, claiming that it was an unnecessary expense and that we should handle the chores ourselves. However, by "ourselves," she really meant me. I attempted to discuss the matter with her, but she argued that our business was failing and we could no longer afford our previous lifestyle. Reluctantly, I agreed. However, I couldn't help but notice that whil

As a result the door was immediately broken and opened wide. Jennifer squealed with joy. "It's finally open." The woman rushes inside. But when she entered he found nothing but an old cupboard that had been eaten by termites. Jennifer sighed in disappointment. All her efforts were in vain, it turned out that there was nothing of value that he could sell. Jennifer approached the old cupboard in the corner of the room to check if there was anything in change, although she herself was not sure. Jennifer slowly opened the cupboard door which was covered in dust." I don't know how long the house has been unoccupied". Jennifer takes a look at the contents of the cupboard, only the clothes of her m

As a doctor and a mother who once carried life, I knew all too well what Tyler was doing behind that curtain. I slumped against the wall outside the room, overwhelmed by memories of being alone in hospitals—seeking treatment, being hospitalized, and recovering. When Tyler emerged holding a soiled diaper, I couldn’t bear to watch anymore. I turned and left. I didn’t go home. Instead, I went to my best friend’s house. However, it was her husband who greeted me. Behind him, my friend sat in the living room, heavily pregnant and surrounded by family.

"Why would I need your permission? My parents bought the house and car, not you." After that, I stopped answering his calls, leaving him powerless. Edwin was jobless, Mandy had moved back in with her two kids, and my mother-in-law's savings were running out fast. She became even more careful with money, trying to make every cent count. The food they ate was the worst. My mother-in-law would pick up the wilted leaves that others had thrown away. To save water, she would not flush the toilet and even reused toilet paper. She even washed and dried Mandy's used sanitary pads for Mandy to use again.

He was flustered and stunned. Before he could recover, I grabbed him and dragged him toward the washing machine. My sudden actions caught Eira off guard. It left her stunned for a moment. The next second, I roughly shoved both Reed and the sheets into the washing machine. “Dirty things need to be washed together!” “Ah! Vedran, you lunatic! Let me go!” Reed roared as he kicked around wildly in fury. I easily seized his wrist. Five years of housework had made me way stronger than this pampered man.

The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale. She wasn't the radiant Janet anymore. Just a lonely, unkempt old woman who couldn't manage on her own. Gray streaks took over her hair. Her clothes hadn't been washed in forever. Yesterday, the electricity shut off. That night, every other apartment glowed. Hers stayed dark. She stood there realizing she had no clue how to top up the utility card. In the pitch-black apartment, she felt her way to the bedroom and slammed into the wardrobe. Only after Harlan disappeared did it hit her—order didn't happen by magic. A clean, quiet home took work. Constant work.

She was smiling. She loved me. It was clear. It was limpid. And I threw it all away like a crushed cigarette. I delete everything. In one gesture. Not out of hate. Out of fear. I look at myself in the mirror. And I don't see a free man. I see a man alone. A man who had everything and kept nothing. I go back to the kitchen. They're talking loudly. They're planning a weekend, a getaway, a photo shoot to "officially" announce the new relationship.

It was a deliberate choice—meticulously designed to conceal the faint, fading crimson marks Jaxon had left on the sensitive skin of her shoulder the night before. She stared at her reflection. Outwardly, she looked exactly like the pristine, quiet wife Julian demanded for his social functions. But inwardly, the fragile, neglected woman who had spent years enduring this marriage was completely gone. The secret reality of the east wing had rewritten her soul. She was trapped, yes, but she was trapped inside a tactical perimeter designed to execute her husband’s financial ruin. "Elena! Where the hell are my cufflinks?" Julian’s voice barked from the bedroom, sharp, impatient, and entirely obliv

The comments were brutal. [Wow, rich wives are scary.] [Mrs. Beckett? She really pushed her?] [Poor employee.] [Julia is a cool career woman. Sophie must be jealous because she can only be a housewife.] Sophie’s thumb paused. Housewife. Funny. She had spent years helping Adrian build Beckett Holdings from the ground up. Negotiating suppliers, organizing events, smoothing relationships with investors' wives, managing the image that helped open doors for him. Yet all it took was one edited video for strangers to reduce her entire life to a single word: housewife.

"Evelyn, do you know how much money that is?" I smiled a little. The money was a lot. It was not the most important thing to me. Since my marriage started having problems I had control over my own life. Nobody could use money to control me Sophia shook her head at times. She looked like she still could not believe I sold the mansion fast. "Most people would keep a house like that forever," she said. "You sold it in a few days." I leaned back on the couch. I looked out the window. The answer was simple to me.