Neglected Housewife Novels & Stories

To her, we were nothing more than a spectacle, a show she could twist and manipulate for her own amusement. The depth of her scheming was beyond anything I had imagined. She truly disgusted me. Every day, Vincent would come home, checking on Rosa’s baby, acting like a perfect dad, playing with a child that wasn’t even his. But when it came to me, he’d knock on my door, see that I was already in bed, and quietly shut it again. He never spoke to our baby. He never spent time with it. The room I had now was nothing compared to the nanny's quarters. It was so small that only a bed fit in here. There wasn’t even space to sit.

Her husband never treated her well so she was always bothered. But with the look of things now, it seems she had learnt to live with it. She's a totally different person now. She now has that * I don't care * look whenever Bruce ignores her. Some of the maids thinks she's cheating on her husband while some are happy that she've decided to live with it without having that always sad look on anymore.

"Then... Why are you helping me?." Christian held my gaze for a beat, before a slow smile curved his lips. "Fair enough. Though I do think you're underplaying your hand here. Being a housewife is not something to be ashamed of. It's an underrated job, if you ask me. One that requires resourcefulness and unparalleled multi-tasking abilities." I looked up at him, his words catching me off guard again. I couldn't seem to find the right response, my thoughts uncharacteristically scrambled. "Well...thank you."

I dreaded seeing him naked. But my husband was indeed a hard-working man with several business outlets in the county of Kiambu. He was respected even in our locality in clubs, churches and social joints he used to go. People thought we were the perfect couple but I was sexually starved and my husband was doing nothing to make it work. Him being the provider made him think that is enough for me and our 2 children we had gotten together since we got married.

“I think Loren would be able to convince him. Right, darling?” “You mean....?” My stomach churned. I know how horrible this family was, and I could no longer bear with it. I pushed my plates away. That caught their attention. “I’m already full.” I said meekly. Dreading what would come next, I hangs my head low, but when I heard nothing a breathe of relief slip past from my lips and I was ready to go. Like always, I was the neglected wife—battered, abused and ignored by my very own spouse.

“A woman is often the one who makes sacrifices in a marriage. I quit my job back then to care for our baby at home—give birth and take care of our child. I became a full-time housewife, but what did I get? I was disconnected from society and lived my life around my husband and child. I didn’t have the time or mood to look presentable. “Just like that, I accidentally became a plain-old housewife. I gave so much but they meant nothing to others. I was blamed for not coaxing our child when he cried, and I was condemned for not taking good care of him when he was sick. I was criticized for not raising our child well although I was always at home.

Is he really cheating on me? “Even if you work at that small, miserable company of yours, I doubt there's enough work for you to do that would stop you from doing house chores and having kids, but here you are… lazy and childless!” Mrs. Wesley drops another bomb and I lower my head, pretending to focus on my food as I try to hide my sorrow. This isn’t new. I have to deal with my mother-in-law’s derogatory comments every time I come here and I have long stopped expecting Klein to speak up for me.

Ariella was chopping vegetables in the kitchen to prepare breakfast for her husband as fast as possible as he needed to go to his work and she didn't want to receive any kind of bashing from him again for not being able to serve him his food on time. Her husband had a fortune of millions. He had a very big name in the business world but he had refused to get her any kind of house help. He had neglected to hire any kind of maid or house staff to help her in doing the house chores as he wanted her to do all the household work all alone and that was what she had been doing since past one year. From cleaning to cooking, she did everything all alone, with no complaints because she had no problem

Mrs Wabua, the most loved and meritorious lady whose family dwells amongst the residents of the flats on the third floor seems to have lost the brimful kind of energy she'd always had every morning. As she stretches out her legs on her huge four-poster bed whose comfort she had felt for many years appears to have lost every pleasure around her. With her hands on her laps, she turned her cold face to her loving husband who was still harnessing his sleep with a good measure of snores loud enough to chase away the demons.

Outside the classroom, I heard her boast, “So what? I’m still his wife! I worked hard to get to where I stand today! And do you honestly think that an old woman can lead a company? “Don’t believe her lies! She’ll come begging for my husband’s help sooner or later. That company was her family’s work; she won’t let it go bankrupt! “What does a housewife know about business anyway?” Our classmates were doubtful, but no one dared to mock her. After all, Janice might have been a mistress, but her husband used to own the largest conglomerate in the country. Not to forget that people online love to exaggerate. I ignored them and walked to my seat. “Would you look at that, my darling daughter! Where