Novel & Cerita Neglected Housewife

“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.

But because the woman standing on that stage had become the legacy he never knew he needed. After the press conference, headlines exploded: FROM FORGOTTEN WIFE TO FOUNDER OF HOPE JULIETTE THORNE BREAKS THE SILENCE A BILLIONAIRE’S WIFE NO MORE: A VOICE FOR THE VOICELESS -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back at the estate that evening, Juliette sat on the balcony, barefoot, her hair loose and damp from a warm bath. Damon joined her, handing her a glass of iced tea. “You were magnificent,” he said, sitting beside her.

she laments, as if this is a recurring thought, "I would've been a housewife and I would've been able to take care of you. Those boys wouldn't have hurt you or even had the chance to prey upon you because I would've been there. Harry was already a millionaire, he would've given us a perfect, happy life. Instead, my head got poisoned by power and greed. The more power Harry gave me, the more I wanted." “I don’t think there’s a universe with you as a housewife,” I mention, because I can’t even phantom the idea, “It doesn’t fit you. Also… You're not talking about how much you love Harry. And don't even try to say you don’t love him, because I’m sure you do. That's the reason you never left him,

Jenifer had just married a man, but unfortunately, as a wife, she was not considered at all and even what she asked was ignored by the man. Jenifer then decided to stand up and take some dirty clothes that her husband had just taken off. The woman smiled again so wryly that Jenifer had to eat some of the food she had just served alone because her husband didn't eat at all. In fact, it seems that after this Jenifer will no longer cook and she would prefer to do something more useful than having to throw away food just because she was waiting, it turns out that her husband was so stupid that he didn't think of her as a wife.

In a short time, I stopped being just a beautiful country girl and became Glory Morton, the second wife of billionaire Charles Morton. The house had looked like a cemetery since Nancy had left with just a suitcase in her hands. Bruce didn't sleep at home anymore, and when he came back, he was drunk and left in a corner. Peter, his son, has become more immersed in the violent games he plays on the computers, and family dinners have been boring and dull. It seemed like Nancy was the light of that place, and now that she was gone, everything had turned to darkness.

Perhaps even his mistake. And his mother… His mother never bothered to hide her contempt for me. She always knew I was not the one she would have chosen for him. I was not beautiful like his sister, nor brilliant like his friends. I was not fertile. "Three years without a child," she once said to me in a flat, almost clinical tone. As if I were a piece of furniture too old, a household appliance that no longer serves its function.

"Billions, really? How do I know nothing about this?" Of course she didn't. For twenty years she'd stayed home, a model wife and mother, never once asking about his business, letting him arrange every part of our lives. If Dad said east, she never went west. The only thing she ever cried about was him neglecting her, being gone all the time. These last few years, with him barely home, her temper had only gotten worse. The madwoman in the attic was always a man's making. Following the comments, I pulled out my phone and brought up a few pages.

one coworker greeted casually while passing by her desk. “Morning.” She smiled back automatically before settling into her chair. The familiar spreadsheets glowing across her monitor suddenly felt oddly distant now. Just over a week ago, this had been her entire world. Budget reports. Forecast corrections. Client revisions. Long nights spent chasing promotions and salary increases that somehow still never felt like enough. Now she was engaged to Adrian Kingston. Even thinking it inside her own head still felt ridiculous. Selena quietly logged into her system while trying to ignore the strange heaviness sitting in her chest.

She became the undisputed co-hostess of Sterling family functions. All my worries and fears came true. My mother-in-law didn't like me and my husband was distant. The household staff pitied me and people spread rumors to mock me as the "small-town trophy wife" even in my presence. Gradually, I became invisible in the massive family estate as I was forgotten in the remote wing. My heart slowly withered away and my self-worth died and got buried. That was when I knew that life of total neglect and isolation was more painful than public torture. It was enough to drive any normal person mad. I didn't want it but no one gave ne a chance, not a single person.

There were faint signs of rushed work everywhere, the expensive wood furniture was dull and unpolished, and the massive, high-end cushions on the sofas were crooked and out of place. As her eyes scanned the grand staircase, she could see layers of dust coating the mahogany banisters, and a faint, neglected smudge marred the white marble floor. The few maids they had managed to keep on a drastically lowered payroll simply couldn't do everything anymore, and the massive house was losing its battle against time and poverty. It pissed her off so much to see her beautiful home rotting away, but the worst part was the absolute helplessness. There was nothing she could do to fix it.