Novel & Cerita Housewife Story

A week ago, the news broke that I'd filed a lawsuit against my wife of more than 20 years, Hazel Cooper, the woman who had shared my bed and my life for over half my adulthood. From that moment on, I became the neighborhood's favorite villain. Everyone called me the heartless man who had climbed his way to success and abandoned his wife and child without remorse. In their eyes, Hazel was flawless. She'd married me when I was poor and struggling. She never complained, even when life was hard. She cared for my sickly mother until her final days. She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about.

The odds of success were slim even with IVF. Furthermore, it was not as though we had never tried over the years. Every attempt had ended in failure. At dinner, Megan bustled in and out of the kitchen. I watched her carefully. This middle-aged, thickset woman weighed over 300 pounds. Even if she were pregnant, it was impossible to tell. Daniel was away on a business trip, attending an academic conference. He did not come home that day. Taking advantage of the empty house, I went online and found a very well-known private investigator, Marco Hale. I asked him to look into her background.

The Spihost woman then started to tell her story, "My name is Shen Xiaomin. I was married to the owner of this house. My family had sent me off with their immense wealth thinking that my future life will be better and I will feel happy and would never have to worry about my future." "After my marriage, my parents died in a car accident, later the wealth and the property were completely transferred to me. While I was coping with the effects of losing my loved ones, I got a news that I was pregnant. Unfortunately, before I could relay the news to my husband, I got the biggest shock of my life. My husband was cheating me and had only married me for the property of my family. Till the time I rea

POV: Lena Moretti The house looked smaller than I remembered. Or maybe I'd gotten bigger. Not physically, not yet, but in every other way that matters. The woman who'd left this house for a rehearsal dinner six weeks ago was a different person from the one standing on the porch now with a suitcase and no plan. That woman had been numb and compliant and ready to marry a man she didn't love because her father told her she had to. This woman had mapped criminal networks, testified at arbitration hearings, and walked out on a billionaire. Growth looks different on everyone.

“When they were done setting the dining table, they returned to the living room watching a program on the television, and when Dotun came back from his office, he was surprised to meet Doyin in his house and both of them pretend as if nothing happens between two of them, and Deja never thought that her husband could stoop so low and be dating her cousin, she believed that her cousin can never betray the bond and traditions, and Deja welcomed her husband as usual and they walked to the dining table and eat their dinner, and after the meal, Deja returned upstairs and she changed into a beautiful sexy nightgown and she put a long jacket on it, she turned on the small television in their bedroom

"The arrangement was always for you to marry Miguel Antonio. That was the deal we struck with his family. A wife is a wife, Mara. It doesn't matter which sister he gets. The merger goes through either way." I felt like I couldn't breathe. "A wife is a wife?" I whispered. "Mother, he doesn't want me. He wanted Clara. This entire marriage is built on a lie, on deception. How am I supposed to live with that? How am I supposed to wake up every morning next to a man who didn't choose me, who thought he was getting someone else?"

She bought a cheap burger with her remaining cash and sat in her car, trying to figure out her next move. That's when she saw the ad in the local paper someone had left on the diner counter. "Cleaning service needs night staff. No experience necessary. Immediate start available." Elena stared at the ad. A week ago, she'd been the wife of a billionaire. Now she was considering taking a job cleaning offices for minimum wage. The old Elena would have been horrified. But the old Elena would still be at home, pretending everything was fine while her husband destroyed her. Elena called the number.

I’m just your wife…" Sophia’s POV: Yes, I’m only a wife on paper. Legally bound, but not in the way we live our lives. Seven years have passed… and nothing has changed between us. Except that I no longer need to work to fund my studies or feed my family. I live in a beautiful home and no longer fear my father, who does nothing but drink and hurt people.

She open up to me and told me how she got to be in that Beach House. like many people I like I swear it was not easy for her because she had a horrible husband. it was not a mafia like my husband but he was very abusive and one day she finally found the courage to walk away from him, she too moved here and she made a new life for her and her son. I understand that she opened up to me but I was not ready to tell her everything so I just told her that I was also getting out of a bad marriage and that I had to get away from my husband and that is all that she knows.

She did not even hear him when he said that he would be out for about thirty minutes as her attention was on the screen in her bed room as she shed tears. Yes, she was watching a tragic romance movie and was too busy wiping the sad sad tears from her eyes as Mara, or whatever it was the female lead was called found out that her lover had died in the faccident that had made her to become a paraplegic and that she could not remember anything except from the accident...