Perfect Housewife Novels & Stories

Aside being the richest young man in the city, Jack had his personal features which made him outstandingly handsome and attractive to every young woman. “come one let’s go after all it’s my husband’s house” I said and we both laughed out loud “But really, the doctor said you need to get enough rest, you shouldn’t be stressing yourself, and come to think of it we have a cook in this house, don’t we? Jane was so surprised that we’ve been doing most of the cooking. “don’t say that, cooking is nothing to me. I can even cook myself if you want me to, I love cooking, so the cook can be resting for now”

"Mansions and maids while the rest of us work ourselves to death. Where's the fairness in that?" A selfie taken inside what I recognized immediately as our living room. Claire was smiling at the camera, but the caption was chilling. "Playing the perfect friend is exhausting." I kept scrolling, feeling ice spread through my veins. "She doesn't have to work for anything. Her husband just hands it to her. She gets EVERYTHING." "Watched her complain today about being tired. TIRED. In her million dollar house with her perfect husband and perfect kid. She has no idea what real problems are."

As she put down her cup, suddenly I saw the weight fall onto her, “I married Richard without much in the first place and no matter my excuses, I've lived far from normal. I know how to cook lavish dishes, make pastries and organize people. I know which fabrics and color schemes work best for events and the quality of fabrics. I know how to budget funds. I know how to smile and hide the pain and make excuses for whatever new embarrassment Richard caused in public. But nothing about actually making money or preparing for losing every single thing.” She shrugged helplessly, “I've lived for years subdued into this image of a perfect wife. Maybe I've gotten complacent with it. Now I'm not comple

The bathroom seemed like an eternity away, but she made it, holding the sink for support as she brushed her teeth. Next, she changed into a comfortable outfit, her movements slow. She popped a pain reliever into her mouth, washing it down with a glass of water. With a deep breath, she made her way downstairs, her legs feeling like jelly. The sun-drenched dining room was filled with the savoury aromas of a hearty breakfast. The long, polished table was set with fine China and crystal glasses, adorned with a centerpiece of fresh flowers. Platters of golden pancakes, crispy bacon, and scrambled eggs sat alongside bowls of fresh fruit and drinks.

Life was moving on very well. Caroline was glowing. She was no longer stressed and running around like a mad woman. Her day comprises of taking her daughter to school, buying groceries and cooking for her husband. If she couldn’t be a good wife in other ways, then she could cook nice food for Jack. The five years that she spent as a house wife made her perfect her cooking. It was something that came easy to her and she didn’t mind cooking at all. Zoe turned out to be very supportive. She never involved herself in her personal life. She even taught her how to protect herself. she was having a good time.

I would rather be in this oversize T-shirt than wear something I would not feel comfortable with. While walking down the stairs, I looked around, thinking I would never get used to all these. This house is so grand that it would be impossible to gather together in one place. It was like there were plenty of places to hide. I found Blake setting the table in the dining room. I smiled, looking at my Blake. He was so handsome that I sometimes feared women would steal him away from me. I walked to him, and he stopped what he was doing to put his arms around me.

Jared’s POV I looked at the pictures my assistant brought me, and one woman stood out. Tiffany Harding of Harding International Bank. They were disgustingly rich, and William Harding was said to pass the company down to Tiffany. However, everyone knew he was old school and wanted her to marry first. She was gorgeous and had a hot body. I licked my lips. If I could win her favor not only would I get a taste of her, but I’d be set to receive their fortune and their company through her.

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.

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.

I asked curiously “Any girl would want to act like a perfect home keeper to please me and make ‘em be included in my list of potential good housewives.” He stated “And that’s where you failed, Shawn. I am not going to be no man’s housewife. I can’t spend the rest of my life being a perfect housewife, taking care of the home by morning, watching movies by noon, cooking meals by evening and pleasuring my husband with sex at night. I would rather be out there, signing deals, holding meetings, owning estates, dining and having little party time with friends, making money and making money and making money again, again and again.” I sighed and continued