Housewife Novels & Stories

But it made her sad thinking that even this mansion wasn't the one she built but her father in law did. Shrugging her thoughts she wished the maids and insisted them to let her help. They didn't want her to help but her cute puppy eyes and pleading voice made them agree. She made badam halwa for everyone #filthyrichness and helped the maids in other things too.

Grandma inquired, her words tinged with a hint of acrimony. "Breakfast is prepared," Aubrey replied, swiftly darting back to the kitchen to bring the meal to the dining table. Rising early each morning, she meticulously orchestrated breakfast to be served on time, following in the footsteps of her mother, who had been the Cooper family's loyal housemaid. Aubrey embraced the responsibility of ensuring punctuality in serving breakfast, just as her mother had done before her. Returning with the breakfast in hand, Aubrey commenced serving each individual's portion. All eyes turned to Grandma, who always partook of her meal first, signaling the commencement of the family's breakfast.

he shouted back. Haha! I just got dressed and while I was doing that I realized that it's okay to have a husband who takes care of you. The woman who has food ready when you come home from work and even the clothes for you to wear, she will take out. It was a warm feeling. So heart-fluttering. When a woman takes care of your house... it's not a house anymore. But a HOME. "Bennet! Son of a gorilla, come here and I'm hungry!!"

"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."

If she didn't eat those meals properly, and the staff reported back to him, wouldn't her lie be exposed? Her jaw clenched. Damn Sharon. She must be behind this. Her resentment deepened. Meanwhile, Marie almost broke into celebration. She was finally free of this thankless job—if she could, she would've popped a confetti cannon. In a wealthy household, a wife occasionally cooking could be seen as a way to nurture bonds or cultivate inner peace. But cooking every single day? What difference was there between that and being a maid? No wonder the lady of the house got angry enough to walk out.

She asks. “Well, I haven’t thought about yet.” And it’s true. All my life I’ve only wanted to survive, and I didn’t really have anything I wanted to do until now. “So, what have you been doing before this?” “I was a housewife,” I stated matter of factly. “Then before that?” “You mean, before Shadow?” she nods. “I was a domestic worker,” I muttered. “Okay. What do you want to specialize in, like your dream job?” she asks.

he begins to say but I cut him off. “It’s not like that. I’m grateful to you and everything you’ve done for me. When my parents kicked me out of their house and I was sleeping in my best friend’s dorm room you took me in, married me and you gave me the best gift of all, Kira. I’d never trade that for the world.” I was truly grateful, I might not have a house full of children, but I have a husband I love, I don’t want the whole picket fence anymore, I have a beautiful home, David spent his time off, renovating, it’s so much better than any house on the market in my opinion. Though I did enjoy watching him shirtless in the backyard working hard.

"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?"

I never break my rules. Not for money. Not for loyalty. And certainly not for anyone else’s wife. Yet here I was, standing in a room where power whispered from every corner. The polished mahogany tables gleamed under soft chandeliers, men in tailored suits whispered deals, and yet all I could see was her. Selene Hawthorne moved through the crowd like a storm contained within elegance — untouchable, graceful, and utterly oblivious to the chaos she’d already sown inside me.

"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