The Last Housewife นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He nods his head and I move up the stairs, but when I reach the third floor instead of going to my room in the left wing I go to the right wing of the house where our small clinic is located. I head down the long wide hallway till I find his office and knock on the big wooden door. "Come in," Dr. Hart's muffled voice calls from the other side. When he sees me he stands from his chair and makes his way around his desk to shake my hand. Dr. Hart has been the house doctor for the last few years after his dad passed away with a heart attack and he took over. He's only a few years older than I am and is incredibly intelligent. He has done amazing work around here and I am very grateful for him.

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.

I released her and she turned around marching up to Madam Wix. “ This is officially the last time that you will get to stay in this house, If anything happens like this again you and your lousy husband have to leave” Madam Wix fell on her knees and tears fell down from her eyes which made me regret what I did, but then again it wasn’t my fault. The lady walked away from us fuming in anger, I picked up Madam Wix off the ground and apologized. She gave me a tight hug and said that it wasn’t my fault which is true. I found out that the lady's name was Hildreth Masicot, She was one of the people who was hated around here, everyone disliked her. She was too full of herself and often abused others

" With a single sentence, my mate dismissed every sacrifice I had made for this household. He was tired of me, yet he still craved my cooking. No—because he thought I was the cheapest maid. A bitter laugh slipped past my lips as I pressed the pen down and signed my name. After Lucas left, I went to meet Ms. Murphy. On my way, I ran into Amy, who was watering the flowers in front of her house. She greeted me with her usual cheerfulness. "Mrs. Howl, did you and Mr. Howl fight? He stormed out this morning, looking furious. He'd even asked me for a sandwich."

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.

Max motions in front of us. I turn my head and gasp. The house is stone and brick. “That’s our home?” I questioned. “I thought you said the outside needed updating? It looks fine to me.” Max squeezes my hand, “I’m trying to impress you. Do you think I was going to let you see our new home while it was crumbling?” “I’m already your wife. Why do you want to impress me?” Max blushes, “Grampa once told me that if a day comes when he stops trying to impress Gramma, he deserves to lose her. When you love someone, it is important that you show it or you can take it for granted.”

She couldn’t even remember the last time they’d been to The House. The House was a place where people could indulge in any hedonistic fantasy. No judgment. No condemnation. Damon Roche, a very wealthy businessman, owned The House and he was very discerning when it came to membership. Hell, for all Karla knew their membership had expired or they’d been taken off the guest list since they hadn’t been in two years.

"He’s smart and capable. Having him help is a good thing for the Lawson Group." Then, her voice turned icy. "Stop acting like a victim when you're the one benefiting from all this." With that, she hung up. I stayed expressionless as I continued packing up everything in the house that belonged to me. Nancy had never given me many things, but I always kept her gifts to me carefully, afraid they might get scratched or damaged. Now, I stuffed all of them into a large plastic bag and threw it into the trash downstairs. My phone buzzed with a message from Gilbert. It was a photograph of the three of them looking like a happy family, though at the bottom of the frame, you could see the man’s hand r

Soon, I was the only one left in the room. I called a moving company afterward and said, "I need the whole place cleared out." This house had once held so many beautiful memories for us. I never thought we would end up like this.

She gets so off on it, and the idea he can fuck other men's wives and daughters to find out if a slut lived there made her even hotter. Best idea I've ever had, Mom thinks as she sees the perfect house. * * * Mrs. Ashley Miller Best idea I've ever had, I thought as we came up to the perfect house. We were in the suburbs an hour's drive away. A picturesque neighborhood. Full of wholesome apple pie and American values. I just knew that sluts brimmed beneath the surface. I am such a genius for coming up with it. She glanced into the back where Niku and her daughter Asoko were sitting. The two barely legal sex slaves would provide the camerawork. I was so ready for them to capture every wicked d