Discarded Housewife Novels & Stories

It was provocative, as it brought out all her curves. "Perfect" She mutter and stride out of her room. She had a lunch date with one of her numerous horny fuckers. She had searched him up the net, but they hadn't let out any personal information of him. Not even his picture. But from the text and promises he made she knew he's gonna be a rich guy. She walk down the stairs leading to the large living room. She couldn't continue living in Mrs grace house after she died. It held bad memories. She had left it in the hands of a caretaker and all the workers had relocated to the new mansion she bought. She had a separate account, where she kept all the money from the men she laid with. She used it

' the housemaid thought. "Mr. Kane, I-I-I don't know where I put it..." "Never mind. We still have a moment before we arrive. You better search carefully. The house can only be so big. How could it be completely lost?" The housemaid was on pins and needles. She did not dare say that it was tossed away by Aurora, so she could only lie, "I-I just remembered. I was cleaning the store room a few days ago, and the things were already molding, so I threw them away."

But then again, I love to eat. As we pulled up I let out a low whistle. This place wasn’t Slade’s house but it was a lot more than I’d spend.We were quickly greeted by a housekeeper and I nearly snickered. This woman has a housekeeper, a nanny and she doesn’t work? And her kids are school age? What does she do all day? Natasha had said she mostly spends money, and I’d believe it. Once inside we were led through a veritable maze. The house was beyond gaudy, filled with all kinds of useless shit. Normally nice houses with wealthy people … they have paintings, expensive artwork on the walls. Maybe even sculptures or shit.

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

Johan grabbed Caroline’s hand to pull her up. Victoria smiled, satisfied with Johan’s actions toward Caroline. She was constantly treated like this. Only tears could convey her pain. "I didn’t mean to be lazy in this house. I just don’t feel well. I’m always told to do housework all day long." Caroline cried bitterly in front of Johan. A wife should be loved and cared for by her husband. But Caroline Margareth’s fate was different. She was constantly oppressed in her husband’s house. Her mother-in-law didn’t like her presence there.

Knowing I had a job probably made her insanely jealous. I replied with a smile, "You did. Didn't you just say that I should get a job?" Greta was at a loss for words. She slammed her cutlery on the table rudely. "I'm done eating! Mom, what is this weird taste in the food?" Hilda's gaze flickered nervously. That weird taste was the peculiar flavor of the waste oil. As Rufus' backside was in a terrible state, he had quit his job. Hilda stayed at home to take care of him.

Outside the classroom, I heard her boast, “So what? I’m still his wife! I worked hard to get to where I stand today! And do you honestly think that an old woman can lead a company? “Don’t believe her lies! She’ll come begging for my husband’s help sooner or later. That company was her family’s work; she won’t let it go bankrupt! “What does a housewife know about business anyway?” Our classmates were doubtful, but no one dared to mock her. After all, Janice might have been a mistress, but her husband used to own the largest conglomerate in the country. Not to forget that people online love to exaggerate. I ignored them and walked to my seat. “Would you look at that, my darling daughter! Where

She bought a cheap burger with her remaining cash and sat in her car, trying to figure out her next move. That's when she saw the ad in the local paper someone had left on the diner counter. "Cleaning service needs night staff. No experience necessary. Immediate start available." Elena stared at the ad. A week ago, she'd been the wife of a billionaire. Now she was considering taking a job cleaning offices for minimum wage. The old Elena would have been horrified. But the old Elena would still be at home, pretending everything was fine while her husband destroyed her. Elena called the number.

The woman screamed hysterically, "Isaac! All you care about is the company! If you walk out of this house today, I'll die right here!" Isaac paused at the door, then turned back and looked at his wife with a cold smile. "Then go ahead and die. At least I'm doing this for the company. And you? You spend every day shopping or going to salons. You think you have the right to lecture me?" The spacious living room lay in ruins, littered with broken luxury furniture and scattered belongings. The nanny and housekeeper had already been dismissed. No one had cleaned the place for days. Grace froze at Isaac's words. Her hair was in disarray, and she no longer resembled the elegant socialite she once h

Stand tall, don’t let anyone diminish you. “Girlfriend?” I repeated, narrowing my eyes, anger bubbling. “I’m not his girlfriend. I’m his wife.” My voice trembled, but I stood my ground. The old woman laughed so hard she wheezed, wiping tears from her cheeks with the rag in her hand. “His wife? Oh, darling, and I’m a billionaire disguised as a housekeeper. Spare me your delusions.” She raised the duster again, swiping toward me like I was dust she wanted to sweep away.