Novel & Cerita Housewife Story

Several women gesticulated at her and said, "That’s her, the woman who picked up a wild man a few years back and married him. I heard that the man has also brought with him a man in a vegetative state. In the past few years, she not only has to earn money to support her family but also has to take care of her useless husband. Her family drove her out because they were displeased with her.” "Well, you can’t blame that useless man for having such good looks, can you? If I met a man like that, I’d pick him up and hide him in my house too," a young woman sneered, sounding like sour grapes. The woman did not say anything and went home after picking a basket full of mussels. The woman’s house was

I had access he could not purchase elsewhere. "What kind of story?" he said. I could hear him sitting up. "Alexander Kane's mystery wife," I said. I kept my voice pleasant and unhurried. "Where she came from. What she was paid. And why she's already gone." A short silence. Then the sound of something being set down. His full attention, which was the only thing I had called for. "That's a significant story," he said carefully. "If it's accurate." "It's accurate."

“Aren’t you supposed to be a callboy… or are you not even human?” He turned slowly, his expression unreadable. “Whether I’m human or not ,you’ll figure it out when you’re sober.” Ella let out a bitter laugh, her eyes glassy. “My husband won’t touch me… not even you, someone I paid. Am I that unattractive?” The man stepped closer. Desperate housewife! “Tell me everything”. Between shaky breaths, she confessed her marriage was built on debt, her husband's grandfather condition that she must conceive to secure her husband’s inheritance, and her husband kept his distance as if she didn’t exist.

From the quiet suburban kitchen where I had shrunk myself, to the public humiliation that broke me open, to this penthouse filled with love and possibility. The hidden billionaire had stepped into the light. The disrespected wife had become the architect of her own destiny. The cold female lead had thawed into a woman capable of deep, healthy love. And the best part? It wasn’t an ending. It was a beautiful, ongoing beginning. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, new joys, new opportunities to choose myself and my people. I was ready for all of it. With a soft smile, I drif ted into peaceful sleep, the crown of my own making resting firmly in place.

"I didn't expect you to marry someone so well-off, Mia. If not for Jimmy's slip of the tongue, I wouldn't have any idea that your husband lived in such a huge villa!" Mary chimed in, "Didn't you tell us that your husband was a poor bastard? You said you needed the money to pay for your uncle's hospital bills and that you'd dropped out of college to cook and clean for your husband. It turns out you have maids at home! You've been lying this whole time, Mia!"

Becky I woke up the next morning and rubbed my eyes sleepily, I was shocked when I saw myself sleeping on the floor, it turned out I fell from the couch, last night I cried myself to sleep, I ended up sleeping in the living room all thanks to the hoodie I borrowed from one of the maids if not I would have catch a cold, and right now my whole body is aching me so bad. My eyes widened when I saw it was already 7:00 in the morning it's my first day as a housewife and I don't want my husband to go to work on an empty stomach, regardless of what happened yesterday, I’m still not going to fail in my wife duties I’m going to do my best to show him that I can be the wife he would be proud of.

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!

Let her walk out feeling like she won something. Now that same sentence sat differently. Not like the final word of a woman who had lost. Like the quiet warning of a woman who already knew what was coming. And had chosen to tell me anyway. Something wasn't adding up. The woman I had been married to had been careful. Reserved. Always slightly apart from the world around her, like she was watching it from a distance she had chosen for herself. I had mistaken that distance for smallness. For a life that did not extend far beyond what I could see.

I thought back to all the drinking at dinner parties, all the hospital visits I'd made, and all the surgeries I'd undergone. It was all proof of my efforts to give her a better life. I had always thought she was struggling and didn't want to burden me. But the truth was that she had already fallen for someone else, even going so far as to spend a fortune on one of Hayden's projects. I couldn't believe it. I had been pursuing Wendy for ten years, but she had already betrayed me nine years ago. I forced myself to focus. Saving my mom was the only thing that mattered. The doctor showed me a notification on his phone.

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."