Novel & Cerita Housewife Gone Wild

“We’re here” “Let’s have our lunch first, then we will tour you with the whole house.” “Okay”, she said while looking around. Wow! The place is so big. The house is so big. It was a mansion. She never lived in a big house. While she can proudly say that she was a successful Chef slash businesswoman in her previous life, she never lived in a big house. She just buy a condominium unit near the restaurant for convenient and a house in a rural with a large yard for her gardening. Well, she was alone and she believes that it is not practical to have a big house added the fact that it was time consumable to clean a big house. She does not hire a housekeeper to help her for maintaining the house be

Zizie Wilder sat on Ebizar's right side, staring at Helga's arrival with a flat face that betrayed no thoughts. As soon as Helga occupied the empty seat provided at the central faction's half of the table, a gripping, instant silence enveloped the room. The next second, the feast of the wolves officially began. "So, this is the girl from the outskirts of town who messed up the faction meeting schedule?" Emillia Wilder, the wife of Elzio Wilder and the most influential high-class socialite in the fashion district of Neophile, spoke up in a manufactured, lazy tone. She put down her wine glass, then stared at Helga with a disdainful gaze through her curled false eyelashes. "I see her taste in d

She looked like a woman who had been through hell and back, her eyes wild and unfocused. “Stop staring at me like that,” she snapped, her tone sharp and impatient. “You look like you’re going to devour me like some kind of wild animal!” She continued to gorge herself on my food, seemingly oblivious to my growing annoyance. I tried to control my temper, but it was a losing battle. My stomach rumbled angrily, but I knew I couldn’t do anything to stop her. All I could do was watch as the madwoman I had married ate my food.

They were also her favorites; Marylene being the oldest and most trusted employee. Mary was about 52 years old, an old lady with a very big heart. She could very well remember the first time she tasted Mary's cooking, it was literally heaven bursting on her tongue. She had come to ask for the job to support herself and her son since her husband had just passed away. She was a stay-at-home wife so things were hard for them. She shared her passion for cooking with Jim and he gave her a chance, also because she was a very nice lady with kind words and a soothing smile.

I replied indifferently, "If she's sick, she should see a doctor." My blunt response only fueled his anger. Without warning, he flipped my plate. The hot broth splashed across my lap, and I let out a sharp scream. William snarled, "Why are you walking around looking like a corpse every day? We've been tolerant enough. How much longer are you going to keep up this drama?" I gripped my knife and fork tightly, ready to lash out. However, my mother-in-law, Helen Murphy, stepped in before I could. "That's enough, leave her alone. After all, she's only like this because she lost her husband..."

"Much better to have a diaper on than a different man inside you every day, isn't it?" "This level of projection is crazy. Like you're not inside a different woman every day. You must be a walking STD at this point." "Says the woman who couldn’t even stay faithful to the man she married," I said, feeling anger bubbling in me once again. "Coming from the man who paraded his mistress around a gala while his wife was there. You didn't even have the decency to hide your affair," she bit back. "So you're so much better just because you kept yours hidden?" I moved the gun from her forehead to her neck.

but Aubrey remained silent, her gaze fixed on the ground. "You didn't listen to your mother. Apologize to my wife," Mrs. Davis demanded. Aubrey raised her eyes, met Davis's gaze, and stammered, "I-I-I am..." Interrupting her, Evan's voice resonated through the room. "My wife will not apologize to anyone," he declared, surprising everyone, including Mrs. Jane, who looked at Evan in disbelief. "Your wife?" Mr. Davis questioned, shocked. "Yes, both you and your mistress were berating my wife," Evan affirmed. "So, you married a maid," Mr. Davis sneered. Evan laughed and responded, "She is not a maid. She chooses to work because she enjoys it. Besides, you can marry any random woman off the stre

Vivienne crosses her arms, “Is it to her liking? I drove by it three months ago and saw work was being done.” Ellie gives me a curious look. I’ve never taken her to my estate. When it was bought, there were a lot of issues. I got it at a steal, but it needs a lot of work. There is water damage. I had the place gutted and the roof replaced, but that is all I did while with Vivienne. After that, I had my accident and abandoned it. I'm currently renovating as a surprise for Ellie. I am having a built-in nurses' courters with their entrance and a handicap bathroom. The kitchen will also be open for entertaining. “I decided to do my own remodel,” I tell Vivienne.

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

"Why? You don't want us to be friends?" "I don’t want to!" My forehead creased. "But why?!" I ask him a bit confuse. "Your my wife Mara. I don't want to be friends with you. I want more than that!" I suddenly felt my heart beat faster. "But we've tried that before. And look where it lead us." "Mara... wife..." he pleaded. I disagree. "No Maru. I don't want to go back to that process again. Now there is no other value in my life but Baby Tanya. "