Housewife Story Novels & Stories

The house was once her ex-husband’s own, she had fought him hard and long to get it and over the years she had done some improvements. She was ready to call the man and tell him that she didn’t want the money anymore, she wanted the house and land. She never cared about the children, she hated them but her husband had loved them. She was the reason why her marriage fall apart because she got pregnant back in high school and neither of their parents approved of their marriage she got an abortion together with a worm removal.

She also seems not to have feelings for him like almost all the women in H city does, which is something he likes. She didn’t care about anything, so what was her reason for agreeing to marry him? Or is she pretending? She didn’t behave like someone from a poor background, and that is uneducated. According to the information given to him by Ethan, she only went to high school and started her coffee shop by requesting a loan from a friend. She is an orphan, which means she has no family. But he feels there is something else about her he doesn’t know. "Jack" "Yes boss"

Her marriage had never been made public, and she had been labeled as someone who stole another woman’s man. Mom let out a small laugh along with a long sigh, as though it was truly nothing more than an old story now. “Yes, those were difficult times, and our journey together was indeed very long.” She let out another long breath. Looking at this incredible woman in front of me, who now looked so happy, I also felt a sense of pride. She truly was amazing. Our conversation flowed naturally. She told me more stories about her relationship with Uncle Dylan, and yes, it really was just like what I had read.

“It’s about time. He needs to be kept on a tight leash, so he knows his place. Who does he think he is?” “Krystal wears the pants in the house. She built the business from scratch and grew the empire to what it is today. What’s wrong with having a couple of flings on the side? Instead of keeping the issue behind closed doors, he rocked up here and confronted her over the issue.” Amid the scuffle, I was kicked to the ground. Then came a bottle of wine, emptied onto me. “It’s only right to chill him out a bit.” Bottle after bottle of red wine was poured over my head, and I was utterly drenched and humiliated.

“You’re married, right?” She nodded, not wanting to elaborate more details. It was embarrassing enough that her own husband was shutting her down in her face. She doesn't need more rejection or pity from other people. “The same person?” She nodded again. Nikolai's probably that same person, she thought. “It all worked for you in the end, I guess.” She didn't respond this time. She got what she wanted, and she even lives in a freaking mansion. This is even more, but no, it doesn't feel like things are working out.

As the voices present in the room broke the sleep of the pale body. She didn't mind. She was used to waking up in nights because of her dreams. But she kept laying there with a still position. Zeke closed the door of the bathroom as he soundlessly walked toward the bed and laid down. He could feel she was awake. But he didn't care. The only reason he had to keep her was that she was his wife. He never expected to get married to a stranger but this is what their fate was. She sighed softly again as she laid there with her eyes closed feeling the distance that she felt with everyone. She felt really alone. As if she was the only one present in the whole world. She wished she deserved better.

The moment he did, she could file for divorce without hesitation. He had just opened his mouth when Bianca jumped in first. “Honestly, what value can a mere housewife bring to her husband’s success? Success isn’t about who washes the dishes better,” she said with an exaggerated eye roll. Mrs. Adler’s brows furrowed. She turned sharply toward Bianca. “Excuse me? And who exactly is this rude woman?” Bianca’s face twisted in anger, ready to snap back, but Felix’s stern glare silenced her immediately.

What was going on in this house? Confused and not able to bear the young woman’s distress, the housekeeper took her to a spare bedroom. She soaked her in warm water and then carefully dried her before tucking her in bed. With Adrea finally asleep, the housekeeper then called her boss. His phone was turned off. She looked over at her boss’s wife, who was silently crying in her sleep. Had they fought? The housekeeper shook her head as she reminded herself that she was not paid to speculate. However, she could not help but feel sorry for the young wife. What in the world had happened in this house?

It is now remaining only the close family,… Lady Claudia who hadn’t said much moved forward to me as she raised her hands to deliver a resounding slap on my face… Cassian held her hands mid air, and flung it to the side, “You will not touch my wife… Lady Dowager.” Cassian’s voice was stern, his eyes wild with authority, “I am the lady of this household! And your wife just committed yet another messy drama on the name of the Moretti household… since she’s gotten in this household, Scandalous Drama hasn’t seized! It's a new thing everyday! She is a drama! And you stay here lying to the media about some postpartum psychosis ?”

The first week living with Harry was utterly boring. Arabella felt restless, unable to do anything in the luxurious mansion. She wasn’t even allowed to serve Harry as his wife. Every time she tried to win his heart, he would get angry. But the most painful part was how he always spoke harshly to her.