House Wife Novels & Stories

“You’re back.” She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around him from the back. Poking her head out, she asked, “Have you been home the whole time?” “Yeah,” he replied. He put the stew onto a plate and continued. “I didn’t have anything to do. My wife is working so hard with her career, so I can only be a househusband.” ‘Househusband…’ Daisie chuckled. “Well, it seems like I’ve married a gentleman.”

She says and I laugh. "But I really am an accountant, and I do plan on being a housewife when I get married." "Not bad, not bad." I say. She stays quiet with a funny expression on her face. "What?" I ask, and she bursts out laughing again. "What is it this time?" I ask, unable to keep up with this woman and her antics. "I'm really married, and that's my husband. Why is it so easy to fool you?" She's clearly having fun toying with me. I laugh. I like her vibe. She's pretty funny.

For a moment, he flounders for the words… "… a professional wife, that is of course, an option for you. If it's what you want, I'm sure looking after this house and its grounds would keep you busy. Such a home is a full-time career in its own right." My mouth flaps open. Then closed again. "A professional wife? Master, I wouldn't know where to start."

He doesn’t even spare me a glance. “Lena is not a slave, and I need her to…” “Go” he cuts me off. “The woman would not be leaving.” “But…” “That’s final. Now leave Maria.” Walter roars with laughter along with the scantily dressed women perched on his laps. “Dear me! I’ve heard about the way you discipline the women in your household, but I didn’t think it extended to even your wife.” Cheeks burning in humiliation, I hurry out of the room with Walter’s maid before Sebastain can say something worse.

She nods, “Okay, I will bring you some aspirin and water. Take it in the morning.” “Fine,” I reply sharply as I make my way to my room. I throw my clothes in the middle of the floor, then lie down in bed. Ellie comes in and looks unbothered at seeing me naked. “Hey, you know wives are supposed to do certain things for their husbands,” I tell her. She looks at me and nods. Pulling the covers over me as if she is tucking me in, she says, “Husbands are supposed to love their wives. Neither of us is fulfilling our roles.”

So I can't really imagine why is she like this to me now. I came home tired not from work but from thinking. I immediately went to Mara in our daughter’s room. I saw my wife's back standing in baby Tanya's crib. I wen to her and hug her from behind. This is what I need after all the stressful thinking. She caress my face. "My husband looks very tired." I was happy by the tenderness of her voice. My husband My husband My husband It was nice to hear my wife say that over and over again.

She shrugged her shoulders and shyly said, "I am familiar with the knife, if it matters. The kitchen knife." "Tell me about it." He urged. When she brought her eyes back to him, he nodded and repeated. "Tell me." "Back at Westside Manor, there's only Mrs. Grace. She is the butler, helper, and cook. She is all the household staff we can afford. So Beth and I would assist, of course, with the chores in the kitchen and around the house." She explained, and licked her lips. Alexander clenched his teeth. "I can handle a knife to cut vegetables, but I'm not quite sure it's the same thing as fighting off a person."

she repeated the question she always asked. According to her, a wife's duties were only three: first, to serve her husband in bed, second, to give birth and raise children, and third, to be a housewife. I hung up the phone and didn't want to answer anymore. "Who was it?" Eddie asked, looking concerned. I just shook my head. I didn't want to explain this to Eddie right now.

"That's right, Tan. I sent three servants: one butler who will manage the affairs of the house, one who will clean, and one who will cook." "Oh my, Grandpa. I live in an apartment, not in a palace like you. I don't think I need servants yet. As for cleaning, I can use the cleaning service provided by the management. I can order meals from outside, or my wife will cook. Remember, my wife is the daughter of a famous chef and a good cook." "Your wife shouldn't be too tired or take care of the house. Remember, you have to prepare for your next child. Besides, your wife is also still working in the office, so don't take care of the house anymore."

Now not only did I do them - they were my whole life! Was I goofing off? No way! There wasn't a job on earth that would have me working this hard! I couldn't believe maintaining one little apartment could be so complicated. Could you imagine a whole house? Talk about the chronic disappointment. You wash clothes, somebody wears them, you make beds, somebody sleeps in them, the more you cook, the more dishes you have to scrub. All your accomplishments reset to zero. How could every housewife in the world live like this? I had sworn that I would never be a housewife!