The Last Housewife Novels & Stories

Before the birthday party even began, Jeannie Collins cast her phone screen onto the large display in the private room. Then she started an anonymous poll in the group chat she shared with all our mutual friends. The question was simple: [Should I stay with my boyfriend to cut the birthday cake tonight, or go with my childhood friend to his movie premiere?] Thirty seconds. The countdown began. The numbers kept climbing. [Childhood friend: 17 votes.] [Boyfriend: 1 vote.] Everyone assumed that one vote was mine. Jeannie leaned back against the couch, glanced at the results, and smiled. "Majority rules." Marvin Snyder immediately slipped the movie tickets into her hand. "Looks like eve

"My late husband always said I had two left feet." "Your husband was wrong," Zara said, adjusting the woman's posture with practiced gentleness. Her fingers found the curve of Mrs Adeleke's spine, pressing lightly until the older woman straightened with a soft gasp. "You have lovely feet. They just need to remember how to listen."

All these years, she had set up new companies and earned a lot of money but had not paid her taxes. With all the crimes she committed, she was fined a hundred million dollars. Bella’s company, house, and assets were frozen. As for Carlson, he was locked up because of assault. The next day, when I opened the door to the butcher shop, I saw Bella sitting in the corner, looking haggard. She did not dress up. She glanced at the butcher shop a few times. “The meat today looks very fresh.” “What do you want to buy?” She ordered some pork and said she wanted to make some bolognese.

At the best age of my life, they drove me to end it in the most devastating way possible. By the time they left the funeral home, the sky was beginning to lighten. The snow was still falling. It had piled thick on the ground, and every step crunched beneath their feet, a sound that matched the fractured rhythm of their breaking hearts. Back at home, the dinner dishes were still on the table, the food long cold. The holiday gift cards still sat on the coffee table, their bright colors now painful to look at. The home that had once felt warm was nothing but cold and silent now.

The Tv turns on and a shrill voice fills the air causing the laughter to die down. “A fraud, that’s what she is and my family would get to the bottom of this. Our empire would not go down so easily.” A woman in a cute halter-neck dress is speaking into a microphone, cameras flashing all around her. Something about her seems familiar. In the casual way she flips her hair and throws her bejewelled fingers. She’s dripping in diamonds. “Does it mean she’s still in control of all the family assets, including the infamous Hamilton estate?” A reporter with a mic questions the woman.

Arvid, who was currently serving as executive director, was publicly exposed by his own wife during a charity auction on Christmas night, when she revealed the explicit drawing of him with the housekeeper. “Goodness me, the Hans family heir is so proper in public, but in private, he’s this outrageous? Also, are housekeeper allowances really that high these days?” “Which housekeeper? Was it the one who was just holding the sign for him?” “Her looks aren’t that great. How did the Hans family heir end up with her? Mrs. Hans is clearly prettier.” “That’s not necessarily true. Men always want what they can’t have. No matter how fragrant the flowers at home are, they’re never as tasty as the poo o

I agreed. Yes, he was aware that I was present, and Killian was the one who confronted him and threw blows at him. It was a good thing that Luka was not the type of person to keep grudges against others. And, because Killian didn't have any maids, I was forced to do everything by my lonesome. Sighs. What kind of trouble did you get yourself into, Killian? Apart from soup, I also made cereal for the family. Because I am not an exceptionally skilled cook, this was the safest thing I could come up with. And that's fine with me; I'm not embarrassed.

After we remarry, I become the gentle, understanding, and perfect wife Christian Falkner always wants. I no longer stop him from spending time with other women or lose my temper when he forgets our anniversaries. Even when I see him sharing an intimate embrace with Sheryl Jensen on TV, I simply turn it off and pretend I see nothing. Christian thinks I've finally become more sensible. He even promises to bid on a priceless diamond necklace from a royal collection as a reward for me. But Christian doesn't know that I quietly cancel my residency in Seronia, erase every trace of myself, and board a flight to Evinor. I'm leaving Seronia and walking away from him for good.

But, of course, he already knew the reason why she had changed her last name. Amie seemed a little shocked he mentioned her previous last name. She said, “I remarried.” “Ah,” Sam expressed. Lisa leaned forward and said, “Look, Mr. Harrington, I know this… Our meeting is sudden and out of the blue, but my mother and I have just arrived in the Gold Coast yesterday. My husband, Dave, told us a few weeks back that he found out our house, the one by the beach, was sold to your company months back.” She chuckled. “Now, I know sometimes things get mixed up or there wasn’t thorough research before proceeding or the people who sold you the house didn’t tell you the truth—”

She smiled as she stretched for a handshake which neither the husband nor the wife took. "What....." Her voice trailed off as the husband reached for his pocket and brought out a bunch of keys and walked to the gate and unlocked it while his preganant wife entered without a word to the stunned Tanya. Before they finally entered the house, she managed to call after them and asked, "Please who sold this house for you? This house used to belong to my family, I live here with my mum, dad and sister" The wife replied this time, "Did you mean Miss Bianca is your sister?"