روايات وقصص ضمن Housewife 1960

"Of course not!" I sat down. It was almost funny, attending my own wife's wedding and whatnot. I started looking around. Before long, the older woman beside me struck up a conversation. "Those two look perfect together, don't they? It wasn't easy for them to get married." I gritted my teeth, but the bitterness still came. "What made it hard?"

After ringing the doorbell, June opened the door. "Right on time. Dinner is ready." June smiled and invited them inside. "We're so excited to have some good food!" Lulu smirked and sat down at the dining table with Nicole. Looking at the scrumptious dinner June had prepared, Lulu exclaimed, "Wow, you're such a good cook! You're the prime example of a perfect wife and loving mother." Lulu then shot Samuel a glance and said, "You're truly blessed." "Of course, my June is amazing." Samuel proudly raised his chin, acknowledging June's excellence.

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."

"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

Quentin said through the quite hall opening the door and stepped aside. Stepping in the room the first thing he noticed was that all the tubes had been disconnected. His wife once glowing face still looked glowing, if not more. For a moment he thought they could all behave mistaking, she could only be deep in her slumber. If only it was. He could remember the first day he met her beautiful transcending face of nature. Memories of Florida still vivid in his mind. The image will forever haunt his life, that he was sure of. The baking, the knitting, the painting all going down the drain. The ray of sunshine hitting her blond hair, a free-flowing beauty at the clock of twenty. No woman has ever

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