Housewife Gone Wild Novels & Stories

More than a dozen staff—Martin included—were gone. After a week of nonstop overtime, I crashed on the couch, staring at Naomi. "Sigh... maybe I should hire someone to run this. I'm built for an easy life." She walked over with coffee. "Your call. Do what feels right." I didn't feel right about it. I finished the coffee, gave in, and went back to work. Some time later, I heard about Danny again. No idea where he found some rich woman. He ditched the kids and lived it up for a few months—until she kicked him out, dumped on the street with nothing but clothes.

I had driven all the way back home for her--to see her, and then I found out she had broken out of the vacation home and couldn’t reach her! Any man who cared for his wife would be worried--I was worried. The thought of her with another man was sickening, she was mine to use--to discard and toss aside when I was done. She had signed up for it all when she agreed to become mine. I led her to the bed and helped her sit then her breaths came in breaks and hiccups. She must have cried a lot. “You need to clean up,” I told her, tilting her face up so I could inspect her face. “Your left cheek is starting to swell, and it doesn’t look pretty.”

“Marta...” A small laugh escaped the older woman. “And one time she tried cooking eggs by herself while I was outside feeding the chickens.” Marta smiled wider now. “The whole kitchen smelled burnt for two days.” Caelum immediately turned toward Aria in disbelief. “You burned eggs?” Marcus laughed quietly nearby. Aria rubbed her forehead lightly. “I was ten.” “That’s still bad,” Caelum replied seriously. Even Adrian’s mouth twitched slightly at that. The heaviness in the room eased little by little as Marta continued speaking. “She always brought injured animals home too,” Marta said. “Birds. Stray cats. Once even a goat.”

That night, Snow and I ended things on bad terms. She went to the guest room and slept there. When I woke up the next morning, she was already gone. The house was a mess. Her clothes, shoes, and leftover food were scattered everywhere. If I did not clean up, it would stay like that forever. It felt absurd. We had dated for three years and had been married for five. I had treated Snow like a princess. She said she could not cook and that laundry detergent would hurt her hands, so I handled every chore myself.

Damien screamed in pain and sat down with his hands between his legs. Damien forgot his anger and just started roaming in pain. Seeing his condition, Natalie's anger calmed down after so long. Natalie washed her hands thoroughly and then looked at Damion and said, "Your thoughts are completely wrong about me. I am not a village girl, I was a village girl. Now my identity is Mrs. Center. The wife of the owner of Center Group and Corporation and you are the person who lives comfortably on my husband's money like a worm in the sewer.

Sex was the only upside to their farce marriage and Kristen had removed that option, showing him how crazy she was in the first place. The next morning, she exhibited another characteristic of crazy. Adrian did not forget that his brand new wife was a shitty cook. Even if he tried to, he could forget that she almost burnt down the cabin while they were on vacation. Adrian woke up that morning to the choking smell of smoke. He actually forgot that he had a brand new roommate and feared that he left something on the previous night, something that had inadvertently led to the fire. He rushed to the living room where he noticed the source of the fire. Kristen had the good grace to look sheepish.

In my third year of being a stay-at-home dad, I come across a post online. "I want to divorce my husband, who stays home and takes care of our child full-time. I want custody, but our kid is completely attached to him. What should I do?" One commenter gives advice. "If your husband has been the primary caregiver the whole time, the court will probably award him custody to keep the child's living situation stable. "But since he's a stay-at-home parent, cut off his allowance and put pressure on him. If he won't compromise, take an overseas assignment for a couple of years. Don't contact him. Don't send him money. "Those early childhood caretaking years are the hardest anyway. You'll be av

Antonio growled. Not Anna. He and Anna were never on good terms. Anna was his hot tempered younger sister. At least when she was a baby she was very cute. Now she was just impossibly stubborn and vain. “Fine, I’ll think about getting a wife.” Nathan muttered, cutting the line. He clenched his teeth and exhaled deeply, he was about to open the car door when he heard a scream. Nathan turned back and noticed a young woman on the floor, covered in flour. She wore a pink knee length gown with a white apron on it.

So he began to teach her, slowly, under the disapproving remarks of his wife- but Liziwe was steadfast in her desire, and so it was allowed. And now, as she slowly gained the formidable age of twenty-five, it had become abundantly clear to Mrs Matiwane that this incessant coddling had not been in her daughter’s best interest. Liziwe had become willful, with a strong and immoderate manner of speech; and yet, somehow, she had managed to gain the interest of a small handful of young men, God be praised. But Liziwe Matiwane would not have a husband to stem her learnings; a husband to curtail the experiments she squirreled away in her quarters using her Father’s equipment. No: a husband was not a

Fatima scoffs. "Everything yaci kuluwarsa a wajan {everything should go to hell}. You want to tell me everything huh? So what's this everything of yours? Does it include you inviting your useless whore of a secondary school classmate to your house to live with you, two months after your wedding? Or does it involve you telling that crazy idiot that your wife is smelling? Oh, i think it has something to do with you beating your wife and turning her to a maid in her own house not uoto six months after her wedding. And whose maid? I think I know the answer, Aleesha's.