Discarded Housewife Novels & Stories

Nora sat in the chair across from Henderson's desk in the early morning light and thought about her mother. About Ada Hayes who had always said timing had been wrong. Who had built something three times from nothing and never quite understood why the ground kept slipping. Who was currently living in a small apartment on the south side of the city and growing tomatoes on her balcony because she said the garden was the only thing that rewarded exactly the effort you put into it. "She does not know any of this," Nora said quietly. "No," Henderson said. "I have to tell her." "Yes," Henderson said. Nora looked at the letter.

“She’s damaged goods, Kai. A discarded wife from a weak family that couldn’t even hold onto their own merger. And you’re parading her around like some kind of trophy? Do you have any idea how this looks?” I closed my eyes, the words cutting deep. To everyone I was just a discarded wife of the Moretti family, the wife that couldn’t sustain her marriage and was thrown out by her family, the woman that is throwing herself at another powerful man because the other rejected her. They weren’t entirely wrong after all I was casted away by my family and I had lost everything. Kai’s reply was steady. “It looks like I’m doing what I want.”

I nodded, motioning for Donald to keep going. "That same day, she spent the night in a police cell," Donald said. "Mr. Thorne blocked her credit cards. The police couldn't identify her as his wife, even though she had the card in her possession. To make matters worse, her mother passed away that same morning. She and her little sister are crashing with a friend, Grace Newman. And she’s back at her old place of employment." "Where?" I asked. "A club downtown called the Beehive." "The poor girl," Matt muttered, his voice full of genuine sympathy. "She’s really been through the wringer."

I ask, voice flat and devoid of any warmth. Just like Julian, I don’t feel any different towards her coming face to face like this. She steps closer, crossing her arms. “I just wanted to see what a woman looks like when she’s officially discarded,” she says, voice smooth and almost too polite. “Though, I have to hand it to you, you’ve been ignoring my texts and pictures for days. So childish, Jemma. I sent you those lovely little updates of Julian and me at home, just to keep you in the loop, and you couldn’t even reply with a thank you?”

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.

She lost her husband at a young age and then both her grown sons later in an accident. "Talk to the housekeeper. You will be compensated well." He told her while grabbing his coffee. "It's okay, sir. I don't want any compensation. I wanted to work here because I liked Ruhi. She treated me like I was her mother." She avoided his furious glares for bringing her up again and walked out after collecting her stuff. "Why is the trash so full?" He shouted at the maid, who came running to stuff the cake further in before taking the trash out.

Talking about the kitchen, she looked over at the dirty dishes in the sink and her face scrunched up in disgust. How was she supposed to wash that? The sight of house flies perching around the rotten plates was a distasteful thing to see. Worse, the bad smell from it made her stomach churn so terribly she clutched her side. It had been like this for three weeks, that was when she sacked the fifth housemaid. She had noticed that Bella, the housemaid, had tried to have an affair with her husband so she sent the bitch packing out without a second thought. She was thinking Edric would employ another one but when she brought up the idea, surprisingly, Edric was against it.

Jenifer had just married a man, but unfortunately, as a wife, she was not considered at all and even what she asked was ignored by the man. Jenifer then decided to stand up and take some dirty clothes that her husband had just taken off. The woman smiled again so wryly that Jenifer had to eat some of the food she had just served alone because her husband didn't eat at all. In fact, it seems that after this Jenifer will no longer cook and she would prefer to do something more useful than having to throw away food just because she was waiting, it turns out that her husband was so stupid that he didn't think of her as a wife.

With her back to him, she agreed and walk out of the living room quickly. While standing in the kitchen, she stared down at her thumb wrapped in white gauze and was absent-minded. "Mrs. Wilson, I think your hard-to-get are very useful recently. Mr. Wilson was deeply attracted by you this time." Suddenly, Mrs. Davis, who was holding the vegetable, leaned over with a grin. Hard-to-get? She thought for a few seconds before remembering it. This was a lie that she casually told when she moved out of Wilson's house, but

"Did Jared arrive? Jared Sinclair. I sent him here. Has he arrived? Has he settled in? He better have come already; I'm not in the mood to waste time. Important matters always come first, and I hope he gives this priority. It has to be done." "Yes, sir. He arrived late." "And my wife?," the word seemed very strange, very ridiculous to call her that. "Has she deigned to get out of bed or eat? It seems like she wants to starve herself. Is that the best way she sees to end her pathetic life? Everything about that woman is very pathetic." "She went out this afternoon with the young man you sent, went shopping for some clothes, and now she's in the dining room, about to have dinner."