Neglected Housewife の小説・ストーリー

"I really can't say no Nathan... You helped me and without you, I would have never been here. I'll help you." Nathan swore he heard his wife shrieked. He ignored it since it eas only the concern of a loving wife. She saw the rational, even if she wouldn't say it. "Thanks for taking care of my mother. How's she coping?" "Frankly, she's been withdrawn. She hits well but you know... She hardly talks and she spends a lot of her time upstairs." Rodriguez's wife stated. Nathan momentarily doubted who made his drink. "But she made this right?" He asked, raising his drink high for her to see what he was talking about.

“The woman? She’s not on any employee records. Apparently, she rents a room upstairs and works part-time managing the register. Paid under the table.” He turned to her now. “Name?” Amanda hesitated. “I asked the shop owner. She said the woman goes by Lena Hart.” The name dropped like ice water down his spine. Dominic sat up straighter. “Say that again.” “Lena Hart,” Amanda repeated. “Why?” His mind went blank for a split second. No. It can’t be. “She was my wife,” he said flatly. Amanda’s jaw dropped. “Wait—that’s Lena Hart? The one from the contract marriage thing?”

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.

She’d told me once, early in our marriage, that she found it tedious. But she’d done it anyway. For two years. And I’d never thanked her. Not once. I stood up abruptly. Grabbed my jacket. Why should I have thanked her? The thought came sharp and angry. She was my wife. That was her job. Cooking. Keeping the house. Being there when I needed her. That’s what wives did. I shoved my arms through the jacket sleeves. Except Aria hadn’t needed to do any of it. Aria was a fucking billionaire.

Claudia said angrily. I didn’t step out. I hid behind the staircase and listened. I knew that no one would like me for anyone, because of my past employment. But it was the only job I could make lots of money and I needed to save. I didn’t finish college so I had no degree to offer. I tried looking for jobs related to cooking and cleaning but they didn’t want me unless they got a taste of me. Women and men alike. I didn’t know where else to go.

Joseph rushed to the sofa to give her a big hug while Lisa pushed him away, she stared stonily at him for a minute and started to talk. "Joseph, do you know why there are so many housewives like whining after getting married? Because the world outside was full of possibilities, but they were tripped in a house hundreds square feet large day after day sacrificing for their husbands and children. The house, the man and the kids are everything she fights for; it is her whole world. And if her man and her children did not appreciate what she had been given up to, she felt sorry for herself but she could not escape from it. If you’ve got this worry on your mind, so nothing suits you. Eventually t

Do you think by marrying me you will get limitless money, a luxurious life? "Wife? Like seriously, you are considering your ugly self as my wife? The multimillionaire Sebastian Knight's wife? Then listen you are nothing but a gold digger. How much I wish you had seen your ugly self before considering your worthless self as my wife. Your face isn't worth spat upon, you fucking whore. This marriage is nothing to me. You are nothing to me. You are just a low-class girl. How could you even think that you can be my wife? You won't even fit as my maid. Have you even seen this type of clothes in your entire life?

Settling back into my chair, I drummed my fingers against the desk, thinking of the worst way to humiliate and degrade her like she had once done to me. My face brightened as an idea came to mind. “If you want me to help Gideon, you'll have to do something for me first. Can you do that?” Catalina nodded, her dull eyes now filled with hope. “I'll do anything.” I fought back my smile. “My mother-in-law has been overwhelmed lately. Between caring for both Grandpa and Grandma Hartley, she barely has time for herself.” I continued, “To this end, I've been considering hiring a maid to ease her workload, but I've learned not to trust strangers easily. After all, your son's mistress was a respected

she scrunched her nose in disgust, “what on God’s Earth did you make it with? You spend the whole day doing nothing at home, yet you can’t make a simple meal for 3 people to eat and enjoy?” My hands dropped from the table to my thighs where they instantly balled into fists. I spent the day doing nothing? This was a 10 bedroom mansion with 4 people living in it, and no house help, well, except me. I cleaned, cooked, served, every single day, with no break, yet in the eyes of Eunice, my mother-in-law, I do nothing. To the public, I was the pampered daughter-in-law to the famous Blackwell family, but in reality, I was a maid, heck, I was a slave.

She was four years younger than me and a single mother. I felt sorry for her. Besides, she charged only half the usual market rate, so I hired her without hesitation. Over the years, I treated her like a little sister. Whenever I had anything extra, I thought of her first, and I always made sure her daughter got a share of whatever Ezra had. And now, her name was on the deed to a 3,200-square-foot villa. Meanwhile, the three of us—her employers—were living in a cramped, old apartment.