Housewive Stories Novels & Stories

It is nearly twelve-thirty, and the large windows of apartment 5B are pitch black, reflecting the distant, cold white dots of the city skyline. I stand at the wooden island in the kitchen, a huge wicker basket of warm, clean laundry sitting on the stool right next to me. The smell of lavender fabric softener fills the quiet room, a normal, domestic scent that should feel comforting. But my hands move with a stiff, robotic movements as I pull a gray cotton sweatshirt from the pile, flattening the sleeves against the counter with the palms of my hands. My mind is still stuck down on the ground floor.

For the past few weeks I had been completely obsessed with p**n. Not the soft, romantic stuff I used to watch with my husband Mark. No. I had fallen headfirst into the rawest, nastiest, most cliché videos I could find. The ones where a bored housewife gets absolutely destroyed by the plumber, the delivery guy, the pool boy, or any random stranger who shows up at the door while her clueless husband is somewhere else in the house. I could not stop thinking about it.

After I returned home from traveling abroad, I found that our housekeeper had sued my husband and me. In court, she cradled her protruding belly and said with heart-wrenching anguish, "Gary and his wife are absolute scum! Under the guise of hiring a housekeeper, they lured me into their home, tied me to a bed, and abused me. "The child I'm carrying is Gary's!" Her mother, meanwhile, was sobbing uncontrollably. "Those two monsters have ruined my daughter's life. They deserve the death penalty!" No sooner had she spoken than a chorus of curses against my husband and me erupted from the gallery. "That scum is utterly brazen. He didn't even show up for the hearing! He must be punished sever

"She's like a termite, that woman! Look, next thing you know, there won't be anyone left!" "Oh my! It's already hard to find a job these days! What will I feed my children if I get caught up in that woman's mess?" "It's better not to get involved if you don't want to get in trouble!" I continued washing the dishes while listening to the conversations of the three housemaids in the dirty kitchen. It's amusing how they treat me as if I'm deaf, pretending not to hear them, or maybe they intentionally want me to overhear. "Can you believe it? Auntie Oprah has been here for years, and Sir Heskel just kicked her out like that. What will happen to us newcomers?"

"Honey, the washing machine's making that buzzing sound again. Can you fix it please?" my wife, Felicia Odell, asked. I stretched my stiff limbs from sitting too long and saved the design I'd just finished. The client had paid a good amount for these designs. Once I received the final payment, combined with my savings, we'd be able to buy a house of our own. A place just for the two of us, not some rental apartment.

She couldn’t help but wonder how many unspoken histories were buried in this family — and how many were about to surface. The castle grew taller, Rachel squealing each time the tide kissed the base. To passersby, they looked like a picture-perfect family sharing a simple joy. But under the hum of the waves, the truth pressed heavy — one man’s longing, one woman’s refusal, and a child unknowingly stitching them together in ways neither could escape. The waves had begun to calm, rolling gently as if the ocean itself wanted to listen. Francesca spread out the cooler’s contents onto the mat — fried rice, grilled chicken wings, plantain, and bottles of malt sweating in the sun.

Angela Every women's dream is to have a perfect household. We won't settle for less for we women are destined for something bigger and brighter tomorrow for our family. That's how I look things up and continued to serve as a mother and a wife. But, I never thought that life will give me a fucked up challenge. "What? I thought Mr. Takahashi and I talked about this. He knew that I'm on a one-week vacation, right now. Hence, what's up with that old man!" I can't help to yell. "This is absurd," I said with an annoying voice.

I ended up living in Sylvius's big mansion. The house is for ourselves as he released all his staff. Instead, he just hires a cleaning group to clean the entire house twice a week. It's as if I've become the mistress of his mansion, well, it's as if I already am, because he's still my daughter's husband. I'm now the one who cooks for us, and laundry is easy because of his high-tech automatic washing machine. Of course, my favourite thing of all is working in the garden.

She put a hand on her head. ... “But really, Natalia. Would you really throw away all these wonderful things that you have?” Wendy had asked when she got to the mansion. “What do you mean?” Natalia asked. “Well, I know that being a wife to Noah can be stressful and can take a lot out of a person as that man is quite the character, but would you really want to lose all the great things that you get access to? The house? All this money? The reputation, the fame? Let’s not even talk about the respect that you get for being the Mrs Shaw.” Wendy shook her head.

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