Housewife Romane & Geschichten

She cautioned, indirectly referring to herself. "His wife must be from a very wealthy home. Her father is prolly some other business tycoon or some governor's daughter or even president's daughter." Kelly speculated. "Or maybe his wife is just an ordinary girl like you and me." Adele looked at her and smiled. "I highly doubt that Mr. Kind will settle for ordinary." Kelly denied and she just nodded her head and leaned on her backrest. "Well he did." She whispered inaudibly as a wide smile spread on her face.

“A woman is often the one who makes sacrifices in a marriage. I quit my job back then to care for our baby at home—give birth and take care of our child. I became a full-time housewife, but what did I get? I was disconnected from society and lived my life around my husband and child. I didn’t have the time or mood to look presentable. “Just like that, I accidentally became a plain-old housewife. I gave so much but they meant nothing to others. I was blamed for not coaxing our child when he cried, and I was condemned for not taking good care of him when he was sick. I was criticized for not raising our child well although I was a

I rise with a huff, waving off the male servant who steps forward to assist me, and shuffle out of the dining room and through the quiet house. After an hour of poking through every single room in search of him, I give up. It’s obvious he’s not here, and my job as his forced wife is to play house. Fine. Whatever. I’m trained appropriately for this. I know how to run a house far larger than this, that's for damn sure. I don’t even need a lady’s maid or head housekeeper to keep this place running like a well-oiled machine. It’s not that big. I should tell him that, call his fancy house small in comparison to–

"But, Mela, what if they ask about Seno or my current job as a housewife? I feel like I don't have any achievements to be proud of." Melati smiled gently. "Forgive me if my words are too bold, ma'am. But in my opinion, being a housewife is a great achievement. You play an extraordinary role in guiding the family. It's hard nowadays to find women who want to be servants to their husbands, ma'am.”

Now not only did I do them - they were my whole life! Was I goofing off? No way! There wasn't a job on earth that would have me working this hard! I couldn't believe maintaining one little apartment could be so complicated. Could you imagine a whole house? Talk about the chronic disappointment. You wash clothes, somebody wears them, you make beds, somebody sleeps in them, the more you cook, the more dishes you have to scrub. All your accomplishments reset to zero. How could every housewife in the world live like this? I had sworn that I would never be a housewife!

Everyone's eyes were glued to the screen, eager to see how my victory in the first trial could be justified in this retrial. The screen showed footage from my memories, taking everyone back to the months when Hazel was pregnant. "Dear, the household expenses are piling up. Since Mom is here to help me, you should work harder and earn some extra money," she said. I had just come home from work and was washing dishes in the kitchen. Hearing her, I smiled softly and said, "Alright. Don't worry about a thing. Just rest and take care of yourself and our baby. I'll make sure our baby never goes hungry."

“Don’t you often find that position filled by a woman? It explains why you wouldn’t have time to focus on housecleaning.” “That and Hilda claimed years ago I could burn water and so I got banned from working in the main house’s kitchens.” “Who’s Hilda?” “She’s the chief cook and housekeeper at the p… main house. If you need anything for everyday living, you talk to her. She gets it all cleared away for accounting and such.” “Wait, you pool money together? Don’t you have your own money?”

"Not that I don't want you to do that. I just really can't believe that a lazy brat, Ava Whitlock, is doing her wife's duty." "Gosh, I'm just doing this, for the sake of our families and to my company as well. I don't want you to think that I'm useless in your life. So just let me do what I'm doing. Besides, I don't have a choice. We don't have a maid. So, no one else will do the household chores but me, right?" "Okay. At least I won't have too much trouble explaining to you. Good thing that you already know what those responsibilities are inside and outside the house. So, does-"

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.

He was flustered and stunned. Before he could recover, I grabbed him and dragged him toward the washing machine. My sudden actions caught Eira off guard. It left her stunned for a moment. The next second, I roughly shoved both Reed and the sheets into the washing machine. “Dirty things need to be washed together!” “Ah! Vedran, you lunatic! Let me go!” Reed roared as he kicked around wildly in fury. I easily seized his wrist. Five years of housework had made me way stronger than this pampered man.