Neglected Housewife Novels & Stories

She was rumored to be some boss’s mistress and was beaten up by his wife, causing her to be disfigured. Neil lost his job, paid the compensation, and had to support Marianne and Ruby. He used the little money he had left to rent a small old house. He thought caring for a family would be easy, but he had never taken on family responsibilities and had no idea about the cost of daily necessities. Marianne and Ruby had long gotten accustomed to the comfortable life I provided them with everything I had. They could not adapt to a life of poverty and spent their days complaining and arguing at home.

The moment he did, she could file for divorce without hesitation. He had just opened his mouth when Bianca jumped in first. “Honestly, what value can a mere housewife bring to her husband’s success? Success isn’t about who washes the dishes better,” she said with an exaggerated eye roll. Mrs. Adler’s brows furrowed. She turned sharply toward Bianca. “Excuse me? And who exactly is this rude woman?” Bianca’s face twisted in anger, ready to snap back, but Felix’s stern glare silenced her immediately.

So close that I had slept with her husband in the very house she lived in, and she never suspected a thing. Jane was always busy. Always occupied with her children, always running around, making sure everything was perfect for them. She was a good mother— one of the best I had ever seen— but in doing so, she had neglected her husband. At first, I thought she was just careless, the type of woman who let her husband stray without caring. But the more I observed, the more I understood. I started to see why men cheat. Jane wasn’t ugly. In fact, she was stunning in her own way. But she was exhausted. She poured all her attention into her children, leaving little room for herself, and even less fo

But then again, I love to eat. As we pulled up I let out a low whistle. This place wasn’t Slade’s house but it was a lot more than I’d spend.We were quickly greeted by a housekeeper and I nearly snickered. This woman has a housekeeper, a nanny and she doesn’t work? And her kids are school age? What does she do all day? Natasha had said she mostly spends money, and I’d believe it. Once inside we were led through a veritable maze. The house was beyond gaudy, filled with all kinds of useless shit. Normally nice houses with wealthy people … they have paintings, expensive artwork on the walls. Maybe even sculptures or shit.

She felt dejected and unfortunate. It then dawned on her that it was Nicholas she saw going into the baby clothing store with his mistress or perhaps wife the other day while she was having breakfast with Stephanie. It was never an illusion but a reality she was quick to shove off. She then remembered Nicholas admitting to her face that he fucked the woman and has a child with her. She cried the more. On their wedding night while Nicholas was penetrating into her, he had vowed to her when he whispered into her ears that she will be the only woman he ever goes into. She and Nicholas will wake up at dawn and talk about making babies when they were ready. She promised Nicholas that she would gi

Having seen that the girl was fully awake, the woman hurriedly went back to the kitchen to check the boiling rice on the stove. Mrs. Cole lives happily with her only child and daughter in a room and parlour self-contain. The apartment though large enough to accommodate both mother and daughter is smaller compared to the mansion they previously lived in. Mr. Cole, her late husband, was a very wealthy businessman. He has numerous mansions all over the city but all this was inherited by his brothers leaving nothing for the innocent wife.

The sink was crammed with dishes, the air sour and stale. She wasn't the radiant Janet anymore. Just a lonely, unkempt old woman who couldn't manage on her own. Gray streaks took over her hair. Her clothes hadn't been washed in forever. Yesterday, the electricity shut off. That night, every other apartment glowed. Hers stayed dark. She stood there realizing she had no clue how to top up the utility card. In the pitch-black apartment, she felt her way to the bedroom and slammed into the wardrobe. Only after Harlan disappeared did it hit her—order didn't happen by magic. A clean, quiet home took work. Constant work.

"Yes, you were. You were living paycheck to paycheck, wearing the same three outfits to work, eating ramen for dinner every night. And I saved you. I gave you this house, these clothes, this life. And this is how you repay me? By being a constant disappointment?" The tears were flowing freely now, and I couldn't stop them. "I've tried to be a good wife to you. I cook your meals, I clean the house, I work full-time to help with the bills.." "And you do it all wrong!" He shouted, making me jump. "The food is always too bland or too spicy, the house is never clean enough, and don't even get me started on how you embarrass me in front of my friends and colleagues." "How do I embarrass you?" I as

She let out a shaky sigh of relief as the men left, while I took the opportunity to examine the house more carefully. There was nothing special about it, just a small, cozy home that had witnessed every phase of the family’s life and sheltered them through everything. It couldn’t be this place. The woman didn’t look like she was part of anything criminal either. Her droopy eyes, which hadn’t seen sleep in days, and the several burns on her hands told me she was a chef struggling to make ends meet. “I’m sorry my men and I interrupted your family dinner. It wasn’t my intention. I’ll compensate for all this, and—” I began, but the woman cut me off.

“Keep them hidden. The world — especially Bronson — must never know. If they do, things will get complicated fast.” I nodded slowly. “I understand.” --- Inside the house, the staff lined up to greet us. Most of them were old workers from before I left. Mrs. Keane, the housekeeper, nearly cried when she saw me. “Miss Zephyrine,” she said, her voice trembling. “You’ve grown so much. We’ve missed you dearly.” I smiled and hugged her lightly. “It’s good to be back, Mrs. Keane.” “And these little ones?” she asked, looking curiously at the kids.