Novel & Cerita Housewive Stories

He placed the phone to his ear, praying he had the courage to tell his wife what was happening. "Who's this?" She asked. "It's me, honey. I have to tell you something." "What?" Her voice sounded dire. Can I go on? "It's about Ema, She fell unconscious..." "What!" His wife's voice rang repeatedly in his ear, "What happened to her?" "The doctor said she has a brain lesion apparently from her accident and it might be healing so—" "So what?" "Her memories are coming back." "What? No! We'll lose her." She was hysterical.

On weekends, I took on freelance work. For three years, I survived on no more than four hours of sleep a night. Once, when I had a terrible fever, I chose not to go to the hospital to save money. Instead, I buried myself under heavy blankets, trying to sweat it out until I nearly ended up with pneumonia. Charlene held me, crying so hard she could barely breathe. She swore that she would give me a real home one day and never let me suffer again. And she did it. She rose from the ashes and became a powerhouse in the business world. She also gave me a home, one that was registered under someone else's name.

* AND MY CRAZY ACTS * Violet I'm off to work"he shouted down the stairs. A normal me won't be awake if Barry was heading to work. I either met him in the kitchen about to go or he had gone. But I had woken up very early this morning to do unnecessary house chores just to see him get ready for work. I had even washed all the clean plates giving Barry the excuse that germs penetrate through bla bla bla.. I had almost cleaned the wall, when I was cleaning the TV. Just to watch him pick some things in the sitting room and go back upstairs. I had entered his room To asked if he had a hair clip for my hair. I wondered what that would be looking for in his place. * AND THEN OUR FIGHT * Which led to

It seemed like he hadn't left the apartment at all. She looked around, originally intending to pour herself a glass of water. Rowan discovered that James's living room was as tidy as a hotel's, likely because he spent most of his time at work. Apart from essential items like a sofa, TV, air conditioner, and coffee table, the house seemed almost empty. Rowan found a kettle in the cabinet under the TV and took it to the kitchen to boil some water. Upon returning to the living room, she coincidentally found James had returned as well. Rowan raised the kettle in her hand and playfully showed it to him.

“I’ve been fighting the urge to just lay in bed all day.” “Yeah, I understand,” Liv replied, a hint of sympathy in her tone. She settled onto one of the wrought-iron benches, gesturing for me to join her. “Every day when I wake up, I can’t believe you’re here, in this mansion, and not back in Vermont with your books. Can't believe everything that's been happening in the past couple of weeks .”

That annoying bow again. As if on que, six ladies walked in with my boxes. "Good morning, Miss Davies." They stopped in front of me and greeted. Three other ladies joined the six ladies and greeted me too. "That's Maya, she's the Chef. That's Fiona, she's responsible for the laundry and that's Laurel, she's the house cleaner. Every Tuesday, some other workers from her agency come over to clean the house." Charles introduced them one after the other. I was too stunned to speak, not used to such lifestyle.

I pause, letting the question hang in the air. "Because this house doesn't belong to him anymore. It belongs to us, to every woman who's been told she's worthless, who's been made to feel small, who's been hurt by someone who claimed to love her. This house is proof that the worst places in our lives can become sources of healing for others." My voice grows stronger.

Henry retorted, “Can you show me round the house,?“ Sharon asked, “Yeah, come with me, Sharon,” Henry said, and as they were going round the house, Sharon's met some ladies on his way to the kitchen, and Sharon asked immediately, “how many wives did you have In this house,” “Only you,” Henry said, “What about those ladies,?“ Sharon asked, “Oh. They are my domestic workers,” Henry said, “you can send them errands, and they clean and cook,” he explained,

She only hire housemaid to maintain her house in rural but the housekeeper only goes to the house to look for her garden and once a week for cleaning. “Do you want to rest first or do you want to take a tour with the whole house” Harvey said when he saw the amazement in the eyes of Arrianne as if it was her first time she saw the house. Well, basically, it was her first time because she can’t remember anything. “You show your Mom the whole house.” Harvey said after not hearing her answer. “Let’s go” the mother and son duo said at the same time. Harvey just smile a little. It is the scene that he once dream – a happy family.

The old woman seemed to finally give up on her idea. After lunch, my mother-in-law helped me do the dishes while Zeke took a phone call from his grandfather and went upstairs. I couldn't imagine a rich and sophisticated woman knowing how to do the dishes, too. I could feel that the old woman was naturally kind and sweet. She wondered and asked why the maids weren't around to do the chores, so I lied and said that Zeke gave them a vacation since we were on our honeymoon. I was glad my mother-in-law bought the lie and never suspected a thing.