Housewife 1960 Novels & Stories

Nicole said to Tia, who then understood. "Don't worry. I will take care of her." Tia assured Nicole. "Grandma, I'm home." Nicole walked over to Mrs. Wallace Sr. who was sunning her quilt. "You are back! I will make something to eat? What do you like?" Mrs. Wallace Sr. stopped what she was doing. She took Nicole's hand and walked back into the house. When they came to the kitchen, Mr. Wallace Sr. realized that she did not know how to use the kitchen equipment. She looked around, not knowing what to do. Nicole and Tia smiled at each other upon seeing that.

In a mansion on the outskirts of Y city. Grainne spent all day in her new home, making a very happy newlywed wife. Every day waiting for Carwyn to come home from work, cook delicious food for him to eat. She likes the feeling of going to the kitchen by herself cook for him, so he refused his request to hire a maid, not even a bodyguard. She said they are just an ordinary couple now, why should there be so many unnecessary outsiders in the house. Now she just wanted to live in a world of two.

He finally answered. There’s nothing more than she’d want more. She is happily married. She has a loving husband and a great son, lives in a beautiful house, and has a fulfilling job that she wouldn’t exchange for the world. No one is perfect. Thus, no life is perfect too but her whole life has been bliss since she met Jack three years ago. “Mommy.” Elias was holding his stuffed toy. His hair was messy and he was trying to open his sleepy eyes. “Did Daddy leave already?”

I stated. “This will affect your daughter,” Vivienne whispers harshly. “If she is mine, I will take care of her. But that doesn’t include you. I also have my wife and any children we have together. I’m not going to let them suffer.” I replied. “What about our old house? Has it been renovated yet? Maybe Julianna and I could live there?” Vivienne asked. “Or you could sell it and give me half the profits. That would cover childcare while I got a job.”

Did I hear that right? She was threatening me? Ever since we got married, I worked from home and barely showed up at the company. She figured I was jobless, living off her—throwing me a thousand bucks a month so I wouldn't starve. I never touched it. Everything I wore, everything I owned—it was all custom. She just couldn't tell. So to her, I was just some stray waiting for scraps. "Talia, I'm not interested in your pocket change."

But that didn't change anything. "It wasn't just that day," she continued, refusing to give him a chance to interrupt. "You can't tell me you didn't see how miserable I lived under your roof all those years as your wife." She swallowed before continuing. "Maybe most of what happened wasn't done in front of you but you saw me. You saw my condition. From the way I looked, you should have known I wasn't living well." She gave a bitter smile. "Even the maids looked healthier than your own wife."

And in the darkness, Ethan’s shadow lingered, mocking her resolve. The next morning broke with the chatter of birds perched along the bougainvillea fence outside. The compound smelled faintly of dew and firewood smoke from a neighbor’s kitchen. Emelia stood in the living room, dressed simply in a lilac blouse and wrapper, her hair tied back loosely. She had been dusting, though her movements were distracted, mechanical.

"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

At the butcher stall that reeked of meat, I caught the scent of a familiar perfume. “Pete, it’s been a while!” She was wearing expensive clothes with a full face of make-up as she appeared before me. I was not affected at all. I treated her like all other customers. I asked, “It’s three dollars per pound for pork and five dollars per pound for ribs. What do you want?” She frowned as her gaze became conflicted. Looking at my dirty clothes, she said guiltily, “You’ve been raising Poppy alone all these years. It must have been tough on you.”

" The moment my words landed, Charlene completely broke down. She stood there, every justification and pretense stripped bare and utterly hollow. She stumbled back two steps, leaning against the fence behind her just to keep from falling. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. With the truth laid bare like this, any explanation would be meaningless. I looked at her pale, defeated face and continued, "Charlene, did you know when I saw that his name was on the deed instead of mine, I'd never felt so tired in my life. Not even during the days I worked three jobs. "I lived in that basement with you, ate cheap bread with you, paid off tens of millions of dollars in debt with you. But I didn