Perfect Housewife Novelas e Histórias

Tears welled in her eyes, but she swiftly brushed them away. "I might have lost his love, I might have lost being someone he loves, but I can never lose being his wife to that fraud. I can't lose the comfort, connection, and financial security his wife will bring to my family's company," Flora muttered to herself, abandoning the facade of innocence. With clenched fists, she crossed the threshold, overhearing David's conversation with his mother.

"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

I was named Lorelei Ellwood. I was 30 years old and a full-time housewife. My husband, Caspian Birch, was not only dashing but also incredibly gentle. He doted on me constantly and refused to let me suffer even the slightest bit of grievance. He indulged my every whim, no matter how unreasonable, and went above and beyond to satisfy my material needs. His devotion made everyone around me green with envy. However, I carried a secret I couldn't tell anyone. None of them knew that Caspian was impotent.

one of the perks was that she could spend her weekend being busy and besides, she loved animals. "If it's not a bother, then sure, I'd like that." he gave her his home address and Evelyn got prepared. She arrived at his place and she marvelled at the building. It was a penthouse and she couldn’t stop staring at the blend of cream and gold on the walls and the matching furniture. Alex was in a grey sweatpants and shirt as he showed her around the house. It was weird seeing him outside the office and out of his suit and tie but it was a sight that looked good on him either way.

Harper. I look around, trying to make sure that everything is perfect. We were at our new house today, and we decided to hold a housewarming party. It wasn't a big one, just close friends and family. “Is everything set?” I ask our cook. She had been amazed by the house and had fallen in love with the kitchen. Like I’d said previously, our kitchen was every cook’s dream. If it wasn’t for the fact that she had to go home to her family, I swear she would sleep here, and by here, I mean the kitchen, not the house.

"What family secrets would you like to know, Miss Smith?" Keisha beat her teeth down and glared at Grace who had on the most innocent smile on her face. With a smile that was definitely forced, Keisha turned around slowly to face the housekeeper, Mrs Patterson. She was a gigantic woman with blonde tresses that were constantly tied in an impeccable bun; something they were all required to do. It had dawned on Keisha from the first day she had set her eyes on the housekeeper, that she was definitely a perfectionist and it was no use to attempt to match her knack for perfecting everything she laid her hands on.

Maybe it started with deciding to try. ⊱⊶⊷⊶⊷⊰ The kitchen in my new home looked innocent enough when I first walked in. Everything in its perfect, pristine place, the way the housekeepers used to keep it back at the Capone estate. Only now there was no one else here, just me, barefoot on cold tile, staring down an unopened bag of flour like it was a bomb I didn’t know how to disarm. I’d told myself this morning would be different. I’d prove that I could be a normal wife. A good one. The kind who made breakfast without accidentally summoning a crisis.

After finishing the breakfast which was Irish potatoes, scrambled eggs, plantain and sausage, she sat down on the high kitchen chair as she look around and the kitchen, wanting to see something she could fix but found none. This is a new Mehr who would never pass a dirty place without coming back and cleaning it. Yeah, there is a maid but the woman doesn't do much as Mehr just wants everything to be burnishing around her house. She was so into her thoughts that she didn't notice the house help walking in. "Good morning maman Farid," the woman in her mid thirties and also a divorcée greeted Mehr.

The woman he married couldn’t stand being in a studio apartment that didn’t have an elevator. Every day she always complains of being tired of having to go up and down stairs and consume the same menu. The menu for the common people, only in the form of sandwiches or vegetable soup with a few slices of meat to taste the broth. It’s not luxurious at all. This is not because Henry Davis didn’t care about his wife’s wishes, but just as he was raising money to buy a house, the woman he married wanted a divorce. He could not wait for his success again.

“He arranged my life, including my marriage. He even allowed me to receive the so-called good wife education since I was a child.” “A good wife's education?” Paul exclaimed. “I can't believe that a rich girl like you would receive such an education. Can you simply tell me what these so-called good wife educations are?” “Take good care of your husband and children, learn to cook delicious meals for him, get used to waiting for him at night, and never ask where he went or who he was with.” I sneered, “Unless he tells you that a woman is pregnant with his child and that she is your sister.”