The Last Housewife Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t be returning even now, or rather, trying to return now, 25 years later, if it weren’t for my older cousin. Jason was two years older than me. When Woman Of The House had decided to leave and move from Iowa to Florida, Jason had stayed with Pater (Man Of The House) and I had gone with Woman Of The House, our household split down the middle. We had had no contact until I’d received an invitation to Jason’s wedding in the mail a month ago.

It will hurt them more. That why I chose to be misunderstood as someone who has a heart that is hard as stone. That’s why now, I am bothered by the look on face of Jana. I may not experience romantic love but I earn lots of love from my friends and ex-friends. "Penny for your thought my wife?" My husband ask me. My husband. Until now I can't believe that I am Mrs. Ottave now. "Jana." I only answered. He heaved a sigh "Hon please, stop thinking about her okay?"

“Delilah Flores you say?” “Ahuh.” I nodded as I began to feel a swerve of hope. “yes, I do. She was the last owner of this house. Yeah, I do remember her.” The woman revealed and I was a bit disappointed. It’s been over a decade and this was supposed to expected. “Do you happen to know where she moved?” I asked. “Wait, let me ask my husband about it.” The woman replied and she was about to go back inside but then looked back at me. “Would you like to come in for a moment?”

It was just slow suicide, and I'd always been too stubborn to do anything slowly. The house was still standing, mostly. That seemed like a small miracle until I realized it was standing precisely because nothing had considered it important enough to completely destroy. The creatures had passed through, taken what they wanted, or what they thought they wanted—and moved on to easier prey. My mother's scream had probably been the last thing of value in the house as far as they were concerned. I didn't bother to go and look for them, both my stepfather or mother. Some part of me already knew what I would find, and I wasn't ready to make that knowledge real.

Not even a trace remained. He rushed into the bedroom. Closets. Drawers. Cabinets. He tore through everything, desperately searching for evidence that she had existed there. Nothing. There was nothing. Every personal trace of hers had been erased. Even the matching toothbrushes in the bathroom were gone. Only his remained. Conrad collapsed onto the edge of the bed. Then his eyes landed on the nightstand. There used to be a framed photograph there. A picture from the first year of their startup. In the photo, Seraphina wore a worn sweater covered in little fabric pills, and a smile lit up her face.

"But there's something else you should hear first." "What?" "The estate isn't empty." Emma's pulse spiked. "Who's there?" Adrian glanced toward the screen. Michael lowered his eyes, unable to meet anyone's gaze. "Someone I believed I had lost a long time ago," Michael said quietly. "Who?" Emma pressed. He didn't answer. It was a voice from the doorway that finally did. "Your grandmother." Everyone turned. Sophia stood there, pale but steady. Emma stared. "My grandmother?" "Samuel's wife," Sophia said.

"Well, Nicole told me before I came here that Mr. Riddle Sr. had given her a house, and she wanted me to stay here with her." Mrs. Wallace Sr. said with pride radiating from her face. Raine glanced at Nicole. "If you guys just came over to view the house, you should be done by now and leave now." Nicole shooed them away. "What's your hurry, Nicole? How can we finish viewing such a big house in just a few minutes? We haven't even warmed up our backsides yet, and you're asking us to leave." Snow said this for the benefit of Mrs. Wallace Sr.

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.

"What happened to that last one, William wasn't it? Did his wife find out?" "Oh ok, I forgot I'd told you about him, yes it's him." She grins again, nodding excitedly. "And yes, the old hag of a woman he married found out and he's left her, for me. For us I should say, he wants us to move in as soon as possible. You'll love the house, it's huge and there's a beautiful back garden, you'll have a bigger bedroom, not like this crappy little place. He's rich baby, I've finally done it baby, I've landed on my feet."

"What, are you questioning the judgment of a CEO? Jacob is sharp and presentable. Seems like a fine match to me." Mrs. Parker could no longer hold back. She stood up, visibly irritated. "Mr. Olson! Chloe and Jack are in love—you can't just tear them apart! If you feel your son isn't ready for marriage, fine. But using the housekeeper to humiliate my daughter? If your family looks down on us, then I will absolutely not allow this marriage to move forward!" Jacob paled at her words, his eyes glistening. Chloe, watching him, felt a sharp pang of pity. She frowned and turned to me, voice low and warning.