Discarded Housewife Novels & Stories

His ever so meek and gentle wife was becoming mischievous. Mrs young eventually managed to regain her speech " Oh my dearie, you're back from the office, we obviously didn't see you standing there and there is nothing to disclose of course. We were just having some girls talk. I mean we are allowed to have those without attracting your piercive gaze, am I right? Sensing his doubt, she changed her game "Darling we were just talking about the less privileged in the society whose dreams had been shambled into tiny pieces, they lack comfort and most times shelter, my heart goes out to them"

It's okay I just hope I don't get into situations I won't be able to get out of it, because these things are becoming even more scary. Felt a lot, much better and I decided to walk around the house to do a little survey, and in the process, I found out we were out of groceries and the refrigerator was almost empty and it was Saturday . Just wondering what that young lady does in the house outside cooking and taking care of the kids. Cause there is no single thing that shows someone is actually working in the house, more reason I'm never a fan of domestic staff, I do my little best and leave the rest.

The moment he did, she could file for divorce without hesitation. He had just opened his mouth when Bianca jumped in first. “Honestly, what value can a mere housewife bring to her husband’s success? Success isn’t about who washes the dishes better,” she said with an exaggerated eye roll. Mrs. Adler’s brows furrowed. She turned sharply toward Bianca. “Excuse me? And who exactly is this rude woman?” Bianca’s face twisted in anger, ready to snap back, but Felix’s stern glare silenced her immediately.

*Two weeks later* The rain hammered against the windows of the tiny diner like angry fists, each drop echoing the chaos in my mind. I sat in the corner booth, nursing a cup of herbal tea that had long gone cold, staring at the classified ads spread across the cracked Formica table. *Waitress wanted. No experience necessary.* *Night shift cleaner. Must have own transportation.* *Receptionist. Previous pack employment preferred.* That last one made me laugh bitterly. Previous pack employment. As what—disgraced former Luna? Publicly rejected mate? Woman carrying her ex-husband's secret child?

Someone tagged Liam, asking, "How come you're free today, Sir Johnson? Didn't your wife nag you?" He was in a good mood and responded quickly, "That's something you all need to learn from me. Just pick an excuse to start an argument, and that stupid woman would run off to her parents' house with our daughter—just like always. "I chose a perfect reason this time—there's no way that plain ol' housewife can complain about it!" I sighed bitterly when I saw the words "plain ol' housewife". I never knew it only took several years for someone to go from being cherished to being discarded.

The only reason he didn't throw me out of the house is definitely because he still found me useful. “Davis, how shameless can you be? You already divorced me, yet you want me to continue acting the part of the obedient and supportive wife. You don't want me, but you want to keep using me. What the fuck do you take me for?” I muttered, clenching my fists. His steps halted for a while, letting me know he heard my words. However, he continued on his way as if my words were nothing more than a dog's bark. And once again, the tears I swore would never let out came falling down as my eyes turned bloodshot.

"Fine. I'll tell you. I planned that fire three years ago. I did it to get away from you. I never loved you. I never wanted to live that life with you." Her words struck like a hammer to the chest. My body turned to stone, heart clenching with each beat. I'd suspected it, but hearing it from her own lips still tore me apart. "Nick," she continued. "Marrying you was the biggest regret of my life. I never loved you. And I could never accept your poverty. Look at you! Do you really think someone like you deserves to be my husband or Lily's father? "You think just because you make a few extra bucks serving wine at parties, you can provide for me now? I'll tell you something. With what you earn,

"Yes, you were. You were living paycheck to paycheck, wearing the same three outfits to work, eating ramen for dinner every night. And I saved you. I gave you this house, these clothes, this life. And this is how you repay me? By being a constant disappointment?" The tears were flowing freely now, and I couldn't stop them. "I've tried to be a good wife to you. I cook your meals, I clean the house, I work full-time to help with the bills.." "And you do it all wrong!" He shouted, making me jump. "The food is always too bland or too spicy, the house is never clean enough, and don't even get me started on how you embarrass me in front of my friends and colleagues." "How do I embarrass you?" I as

Because leaving meant going back to a place where I had never belonged at all. Not that I even felt like I belonged here. I wasn’t asking for much. Just to be seen by my husband. Just once. I finished the food without realizing when the plate had become empty. After that, I stood up and cleared the table. I washed the dishes one by one, my movements slow and steady. The house was quiet again. It always returned to that. After I finished, I went upstairs, took a shower, and changed. I came back down and sat on the couch with my phone in my hand.

I expected her to reject my resignation. Unexpectedly, she tagged the HR department in the group chat. Her message sounded sarcastic. [Would HR please process Dr. Northman’s resignation first thing tomorrow morning?] The group chat instantly erupted. I could not be bothered to trade barbs with them. I left the group chat. After entrusting my father’s care to a hired caretaker, I went home to pack my things. My father had helped financially to purchase our home before our wedding. At that time, we had just graduated from medical school and were very strapped for money.