Novel & Cerita House Wife

Her daughter pushes her mother's hand and greedily looking at the plate in front of her, she wants more food. The truth is Rosa is not confident with her working skill anymore. She had become a housewife for five years. After she gets married, her husband didn't let her work anymore. She had used to be independent, and she refused to quit working however after she found out she was pregnant, her husband persuades her again to stop working and she finally stops working as her husband wants.

To add up with her worries, her mother-in-law was expected to stay with them for a while. Shane would definitely have no problem acting out like a ‘perfect’ husband he could be. Well, as for her, she could cook which was one of the ‘basics’ a woman should learn at least when getting married. Other than cooking, she sucks at everything else. Don’t mention doing the laundry and cleaning the house, oh, there’s washing the dishes too in which she always had to buy a new set of utensils for replacement. Breaking the glasses and plates became her habit whenever she’s washing them.

You know those days when you're absolutely certain you hate someone's guts? Every little thing about them drives you crazy the way they scrunch their nose at your cooking, the critical tone when they point out dust on a shelf, the cold indifference in their eyes when they walk past you like you're invisible. That's how I feel about him. Julian Blackwood. My boss. The billionaire who treats me like I'm beneath his notice unless I'm doing something wrong. And then I found out someone wanted him dead. I should have let it happen. I should have kept my mouth shut and watched the empire crumble around the man who made my life miserable. But here's the thing about hate it's dangero

Life was moving on very well. Caroline was glowing. She was no longer stressed and running around like a mad woman. Her day comprises of taking her daughter to school, buying groceries and cooking for her husband. If she couldn’t be a good wife in other ways, then she could cook nice food for Jack. The five years that she spent as a house wife made her perfect her cooking. It was something that came easy to her and she didn’t mind cooking at all. Zoe turned out to be very supportive. She never involved herself in her personal life. She even taught her how to protect herself. she was having a good time.

“I’ve listened to all your songs. Mainly when I cook in the kitchen.” “Thank you,” Bethany said politely. “I’m glad to have some fans here. But please, treat me like I was just another member of your pack. You may call me Bethany.” “Of course,” the woman said. “I am Deanna. But most call me Dee. I’m the house mother.” “A house mother?” “I’m in charge of all the workers in the packhouse,” she explained. “I do most of the cooking as well. Like a mother.”

Just Andrea. Not the wife. Not the architect. Not the woman who always smiled. Just the woman who waited. And was slowly growing tired of waiting.

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

Even me. Then I realize, being a housewife as they said was a boring job in the face the world. Specially if your husband was wealthy and manage to give you a servant. Your job is just to sit. Let your day passed without a purpose. Because a wealthy husband can locked you in a huge mansion. Your just like his stuff wondering on that house. Jeoff girlfriends would be so pitiful. Hahaha. Thankfully my role here is a fake wife. For me, I wanted to work when I already get married for real.

It was a feeling she couldn't explain, a feeling that whispered something was coming, something that would test their marriage in ways neither of them could imagine. She didn't know that somewhere else in New York, a woman named Sophia Reed was about to step into their lives. She didn't know that once Sophia did, her world, the one she had built with her own hands, her own heart, and her own sacrifices, would never be whole again.

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.