The Way Of Househusband Novels & Stories

she said before placing a forkful of rice in her mouth. "Well, I'm not like most men — at least not anymore." "Oh, what does that mean?" She asked as she stirred the wine with her finger. "I mean there was a time I didn't even know how to boil water, but something happened a couple of years ago that changed my life forever," he sighed. "Then I met Mrs. Lewis, she’s my maid, but I treat her like family. She taught me to cook. She said a husband should be more than a provider for his family. He should also be able to feed his family, like literally knows how to cook, he should also be able to clean for his family and most importantly he must be able to pray for his family and also pray with hi

TWO YEARS TWO MONTHS AGO Rara's eyes widened in wonder as she took in the sights of the extraordinary house. It was no ordinary display of wealth, but an enchanting masterpiece of artistry. The grand floor-to-ceiling windows beckoned her gaze, while the arrangement of cosy couches invited her for relaxation. The room was bathed in a soft glow from the wide ceiling lighting, creating an ambience of both elegance and comfort. The intoxicating scents that filled the air awakened Rara's senses, leading her to believe that Ralph was not as minimalistic as she had initially assumed. He had truly surpassed her expectations.

"Travis has already lost me. He can't be left with nothing. Let this house serve as the final chapter for our past." I gently avoided her hand. "Alright, I understand." Seeing that I wasn't making a scene, Charlene visibly relaxed, as if she thought I had accepted this absurd explanation. Meanwhile, I quietly took out my phone and messaged my lawyer, Louis Heath, to draft the divorce papers as soon as possible.

But I was married to him now, on the outside we were a perfect couple and Mason was polite but behind he close doors, he cared less about me. I hoped to change things that year as we clocked two years together. It has been a rollercoaster of emotions and our marriage was like a plaster to a leaking gas pipe. While I stood in the kitchen, I used my hand towel to wipe off the sweat off my forehead as I stared in admiration. I had prepared a master piece, the Mansion was Empty, I had leased all the household staff on a abrupt day off to spend the day with my husband, Mason. I carried the last plate, heading to the dinning table when I heard approaching steps, he walked down the stairs already d

Now I knew he'd been bleeding me dry for Riley Anderson, his childhood sweetheart. "I want to refinance the house, too," he added. I stopped what I was doing, my hands frozen in the sink, and turned to stare straight at him. "You really want your four three-year-old sons to end up homeless?" This house wasn't much, just a small three-bedroom, but it was ours—the one we'd fought for, saved for, and sacrificed for. The mortgage wasn't even close to being paid off. His name was on the deed because when we first bought it, I had been out of town on business. He'd told me it would be easier that way, with him making the payments.

She raised our son almost entirely on her own and turned him into a top student, the kind every family boasted about. She was even named the town's model wife. "I never thought he'd actually show up to court. I've never seen anyone sue their own wife before." "Hazel really had terrible judgment when she was young. She built everything with him from nothing, and this is how he repays her. You really do see all kinds of people in this world." "I lived next door to him for years. He fooled everyone. Who would've guessed he was such an ungrateful piece of trash?"

I answered, trying to maintain the status quo. His eyes were still full of anticipation, as if he wasn’t satisfied with my answer. Maybe he expected more. “The point is, I’m happier after getting married than I was before.” I wasn’t lying. Living in the Wang family mansion had been a nightmare. It was a place where even breathing felt like a mistake. Never mind living in Damian’s luxurious house, even living on the streets would have felt better than that. I studied his expression carefully, making sure whether he was satisfied with my answer. For now, I had to seem fine living with him.

He hates any sort of disorder or disruption and has us do things very specifically. He rambled, clamping his mouth shut as he seemed to realise his mistake just as I did. His last sentence was enough to have a light bulb go off in my head. Number two for the win. My husband prided himself on control over not only people but the things around him, which includes his home. I glanced around the house, marvelling at not only the interior decoration but also the neatness of it all. Everything was in a specific place, an area in which it was never moved, which was grand and all but it was also somewhat...sterile.

UNEXPECTED AND UNPLANNED For Master and Jade's problems solved the master way when the master's naughty wife would not dare to give in. Although, its the master way of solving the problems, was only in bed his domineering way work with his wife. Jade could always get what she wanted in many ways with his husband who loves her very much, can even move the mountain but to starve him with sex and when his wife ignored him was a big problem that he could not take long.

"How do you think I was able to afford the house in that remote area?" It was true. That house was too big, it was a mansion, in fact. I had never cared to ask all the times I'd been going there. "How?" His hands had found their way to my butt and squeezed, I swallowed a gasp. "I'll show you my world, baby. Just agree to be my wife and rule alongside with me. We'll crush every and any obstacle our way." "Hmm." At the moment, I was dumb, my brain cells were malfunctioning. His hands were all over my butt, caressing and squeezing.